Your words will cut you one day
As they leave you,
You’ll forget to run your tongue over them,
Forget that not everyone understands your heart,
And the person you threw them at will hold them.
One day,
when you least expect it,
Someone will shower you in your words.
The things you thought so little of,
That they carried with them,
They will use them to split you open.
A tiny thousand words,
Used with so little consequence,
Will drag across your skin.
And you won’t understand.
You never do.

Which is why it will continue to happen.