HURTING WOUND

When you said you'd love forever I left my heart in my chest to wait. Sometimes forever means only a few months. But a year or two past. You healed me. Made me whole again. Toke away all of the scars and jagged ends

I started to believe your words. Morphing my trust around you. Letting my heart be yanked from my chest. I let it be pulled up with no pain because of love

But when you broke it my heart shattered like glass when it was halfway stone. My wounds ran deeper, my scars more visible, my ends jagged.

When I licked up my wounds I showed my snarl instead of my smile. You showed me how to change, wether for the better or the worse? I don't know myself. But you sure can guess.

My teeth turned sharp, my nails claws, my heart stone, my wounds hurting. Always and forever.

Not your forever but mine. How I would remember your knife, not a dagger but a sword. Not a gun but a tank.

I turned cold. You wondered why I snarled at your touch now, why I cry instead of laugh? Before you ask why I'm ignoring you, ask about my hurting wounds. Ask how you made this happen, ask yourself one question. Just one. Not how did WE end up here? Because it was all your doing. Rather ask, what did I do to MAKE her be an ice sculpture that can move?