the way you make me feel

17. my weapon

i had a lot left to say to you.

and for that i hate myself.
i shouldn't have anything left to say.
as sometimes people don't deserve to hear it.

and you did not deserve to hear it.

the words i speak are my weapon. and my weapon would not be wasted on someone like you.

so instead,
i write my thoughts. and i write down the words that i wish to say,

on paper.
this is my release. these are my words to you.

- a writer with a broken heart