They say we break easily
Shards all over
Just for a few words
I say that's untrue
Why should words break a soul?
I hate that
I hate that
I hate that it's true
Words the break us and unmake us
Words said in anger
Words never meant and taken back the moment they're uttered
And the silence that recieves them
the shock
I hate all of it
Words don't break us
They just make us
hate
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That Which Doesn't Break Us Only Makes Us Hate Us
PuisiA series of small poems about many different things - relationships, hatred, love, hurt, pain and breaking up. It's not all sad, though - there is a bit of whimsy here and there, though sparse.
