unknowingly carved yourself a sliver of my soul today
Maybe it’s because you thought I wouldn’t miss it
Maybe it’s because you thought it wouldn’t hurt
Maybe it’s just because. . .
Words are razor-sharp things, ocassionally slicing their way into tender places, visceral and emotional tissue that eventually heals; a concept you’ve yet to fully grasp
you’re young and I try hard to understand that
But If I were to vanish from your life today, I wonder if your words would change or if they would stubbornly remain and come back to haunt you when you least expect it
I pray to God you never have to find that out . . .
I lost a sliver of my soul today but I know that love, forgiveness and patience will undoubtedly help me find it yet again
But for now, I shall remain that frustrating POS
For how long you ask?
idk. . . .
As long as it takes, I guess. . . as long as it takes