Twisted Heart
Twisted Heart
Bruised and throbbing. A twisted heart.
No going back, the point of no return.
You spit your “empty” words at me,
Though your words are far from hollow.
Words are daggers,
Thrown at your heart.
Meant to tear you down to your very soul,
A heart can only take so much.
Quivering. Callused. A twisted heart.
You thought it was stronger than before,
But they find new ways to tear you down.
They say actions speak louder than words,
But I believe they are equal.
In the eyes of the heart,
Even a look can break you.
Spiteful. Hostile. A twisted heart.
They made you what you are,
No matter what they say.
You act strong,
And try to keep them distant.
Treat them how they treated you,
But that would create a perpetual cycle.
They ask you what’s wrong,
But all you say is just a dull ache.
The word I chose was aching
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