words hit the hardest.
sometimes the strongest,
others, the sharpest.
always the worst.
words go deep.
they pierce the soul
and rip through the heart
until nothing is left.
i thought your words were different.
no, i knew they were.
but they weren't as i imagined.
they dug deeper.
they hurt more.
because you were different.
you were more.
you weren't like them.
at least that's what i knew.
your words were music,
but only the good.
the bad were different.
they were worse.
they're bullets that hurt,
bullets that break,
bullets that puncture
my weak, fragile heart.
your words mean the most.
that means they hurt the most,
break the most
and kill the most.
your words are bullets,
they shatter me
until i'm broke.
until i'm dead.
until you're satisfied.
until you're bored.
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yet another poem i dug up from my notes! i genuinely forgot i had these, and i have no idea where i got the inspiration to write it, but here it is! ~ dani :p
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Tadhana
Kısa HikayeTadhana [tad-ha-na] (n.) fate; destiny origin: filipino a collection of short stories and poems from dani's vault that attest to the beauty and pain of fate when it comes to love. any stories written in originally taglish or tagalog will be uploaded...
