Scissors

If you said to me, not that long ago, that this should happen

I should officially deny it

But today another part of my history is cut off

And while I was cooking, the words made this poem

I swallow up my words Because what I want to say Should break you I keep my words for myself Perhaps that should have done well if you had done that too How harsh and cold they were And not for the first time But definitely for the last All our good memories I refuse to let them disappear by this not needed hate An unspoken reason I can not just let it go I will keep on wondering why But I dont want to know the answer The scissors you cut with are sharp And I let go Because the cut hurts I refuse to let me hurt any further That will happen never again The line is cut And can be put together, sure when the scissors are put aside It is up to you