Words can be sharp, like daggers piercing the tender fabric of our hearts. They hold the power to build bridges or tear them down, to heal wounds or inflict pain. In the aftermath of your words, I was left grappling with the sting of betrayal, a searing ache that resonated deep within my soul.
But amidst the pain, a quiet strength began to stir. I realized that I didn't deserve the weight of your misplaced anger, the burden of your unkind words. I had given you the best of my heart, nurtured our bond with tender care, and yet you unleashed your frustration upon me like a tempest, without regard for the wreckage left in its wake.
You knew it too, deep down in the recesses of your conscience. You knew the love that had blossomed between us, the vulnerability we shared, and the trust we once held sacred. But in that moment, you chose to let your anger overshadow all that we had built together.
I didn't deserve to be treated as a scapegoat for your pain, a punching bag for your unresolved frustrations. You knew the tenderness of my spirit, the fragility that coexisted with my strength. Yet, you wielded your words like a weapon, slicing through the bond we had painstakingly nurtured.
— "i didn't deserve that. you knew it too"
