*bruises*

You don’t need to bleed in order to hurt. 

Sometimes your words dig just as deep under my skin. 

They are bullets that shatter me when I least expect it;

they are punches and kicks that make my stomach drop, 

and eyes well up with tears. 

Your refusal to talk to me when I need you to  

Your constant comparisons 

Your bitter remarks 

Your toxic banter 

Those are lethal. 

They cause bruises on my heart.

Every time I get hurt, 

They remind me of all the pain you caused me. 

I have so many 

It is getting harder to forgive and forget 

the pain.