My Words

I don't know what I want my words to do to you.
I would want them to hurt you,
just like your words hurt me.
But I'm not that petty.

I want to take all the things that hurt me,
and put them in a box.
Carefully putting away all the fights,
words of malice and sad tears.

I would put that box right next to another box.
The box of love letters and mementos.
It would be right next to the dried roses.
The ones given "just because I love you."

I would put away the thorns given to me without thoughts and cold emotion.
Right beside the moments in time caught on film.
Smiles
looks of love
silliness.

Moments not caught on film but in my memory
they would be there to.
Tears
looks of pain
Helplessness.

My words may not cause you pain.
But they cause me freedom.
 

By
OoTatianaoO

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