your words hurt.
they're never rude,
you're always as kind as you can be,
but i think that's what makes them
feel like a blade in my chest.
you're not a bad person,
you never will be in my eyes,
but it still hurts when you say sweet
things.
it hurts because your words remind
me that one day,
if not already,
someone else will hear those words
and be more special to you than i ever have.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
