Fighting words hurt.
Fighting words, the words you say when you're mad, angry, upset, hurt, struggling and you want to make someone else feel bad too. so you throw daggers.
When you look back, a second, a moment, a minute, a lifetime later, you wish you had thought about it, you wish you had said something else, you wish you hadn't sharpened the points.
You watch them damage, destroy, destruct, tear what had been there before. Your head hurts, heart hurts, ears hurt, chest hurts, why did i say those things?
Ringing, ranting, yelling, fighting, typing, griping, arguing, snapping, none of it it good, none of it helps, none of it heals what's wrong here.
I want to hold you, love you, tell you, hear you, hug you, show you that i am sorry.
I want to prove to you, share with you, build with you, care for with you this mangled piece of "us" in my hands
I want this hurt to stop, throb to stop, heart to pop, tears to drop, hear you drop an "i still love you"
I want to call you, text you, play to you, sing to you, make you listen to my heart cause my voice isn't telling the story right and it's urgent
I'm sorry, baby i'm sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw those words.
