That's all you spew. No feeling behind them.
Words. That's it.
You believe that if you say them enough, they'll become the truth. Though we both know that isn't how the world works.
You can say you love me, without actually loving me. You've realized that when you state words, they produce chemicals.
The dopamine rush is more than enough to keep me here. I shouldn't want this, though I love the feeling you give when you're happy.
But, the words you spray at me when you're upset, they hurt. They hurt more than you ever would. But, I love you.
Those words, I mean. They have feelings behind them. Unlike when you say them. I do still feel that rush in my brain and soul when you say them.
You make my stomach full of butterflies, even though we both know they die almost instantly.
When you look at me, I watch your pupils. You always seem like a little pup, all though you have the words of a knife.
Your words slice my skin. They make me bleed. But then they also bandage me up. They don't heal me, but they will try.
It turns out, you're all words.
Everything for you is words.
You are made of words. I am not.
Your words do damage that you will never see. Though that does not mean it isn't here.
That's all you are.
Words.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Non-FictionI need to write more. I probably won't update this often. but I need to write stuff more often. This is also mostly my own thoughts and there will be some that are specifically made for people. Deal with it because I don't care about what you think...
