Verbal jabs stain like stab wounds. Internal bleeding cannot be seen as visible scars. The stitches of what once was can cut deep. Sutures can speak through the pain of extracting old perilous facts.
That’s not the way love acts.
Love isn’t written in black and blue.
Facing the palette of nourishing words is where love’s heart is at.
Love is attached with heart-strings, moment of charity and beauty acts.
You never laid hands on her, yet you touched her deep.
Shallow scars are superficial yet they hurt from front to back.
You may never see who stabs you if you are consistently looking back.