I guess, I guess I just don't understand how you could do something like that. To her, to him. You just break them down.
Sticks and stones? It's bull. You use me to hurt people.
I, from your own mind or to others, hurt. Please, tell me why you can't understand that? Why can't you understand that? You're hurting people. Hurting people is real.
Please know I haven't given up on you to do the right thing. Nothing is too black or too white, but you could get me to help you help someone. It's not too late to stop, or to break down those words that you realized were bad after they were said. And it's not too late to realize that you said. Or accept that you said them. I'm here for you to stop using as your sword and make it your bandage. Okay?
It's not too late.
Not.
Too.
Late.
I love you. Can you starting using me to share that feeling?
Love, Words
YOU ARE READING
Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
