Your words are like a pierce dart embedded into my heart.
Every letter carves my soul, making me bleed inside.
It wounds me.
It causes bruises in my heart.
Why do you have to hit me hard with your words devouring like flame.
It is unquenchable,
It's an unforgettable pain.
Treating me coldly doesn't make me love you more,
I hope that you're aware of what you're treating me for.
Darling, the more you hurt me,
The more I become eager to stop loving you so. . .
You don't deserve me,
So I gotta go.
James 3:8 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.