You & Your Ways

Your words are like daggers as they violently tear through me, re-opening wounds that healed years ago.

Your hands like fire as they burn every part of me you greedily got your fingertips on.

Your eyes like ice, the window to your soul; the cold person you are on the inside, seeping through.

You cannot build people up only to tear them down again. You cannot vow to save someone only to make them worse off than before you met.