She killed me.
Not with a sharp blade or a powerful punch. But with words.
Those words, so mean.
Those words, so cold.
They came in my heart and it was like they just decided to stay there, forever.
Those words, so sharp.
Those words so lost.
Because words can hurt, just as much as a blade or a punch. When you use the right words, you can hurt.
Those words, so deadly.
Those words, they killed me.
You killed me.
I died with your words.
YOU ARE READING
Words
Poetry"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." -Albus Dumbledore
