As you thinketh so are you
If words are weapons and should be handled carefully, why did you dig that dagger into my heart? Don't you know how to handle danger carefully? You chose to thrust it in, deeper and deeper until it showed on my back. I'm in pain and it demands to be felt every day. I've tried to shoo it off but it keeps on lingering and so I have owned it. I own it because maybe it would hurt a little less because I am hosting it for free. I've become a patchwork of every utterance you've made over the years, it's a collage of all the bad, good and ugly. That day you complimented me for having long hair though to me it was not long enough, I sew that patch on me. When you said, I was skinny and I needed to gain a little more kgs, I'm sorry but I devoted my time to pondering about this self image of mine. Or when you said my height was just perfect or called me that too I ruminate on. I've become aware of these insufficiencies because of you, a side effect of holdin...