You throw those words around
with the cruelest of intentions,
to puncture a heart and
to cripple a soul.
A need to see one bleed
and writhe in utter pain
to make it alright for you
to wallow in and
share the pain that
you multiply up in your mind,
causing you to pull your imagined
cracked shards of glass across
your pained heart…
to make it alright for you
to throw those shards against
the walls of someone else’s joy,
to bring them down
the same way you see that
their choice of someone else
over you brought you down.
It’s a choice for a reason…
and the reason is clear.
Freedom.