There is a logic that evades us.
It leaves when we need it most.
You know it is not right.
You’ve lost yourself.
The regret you will feel tomorrow is already tangible.
The words have not even left your mouth.
But, you can’t help yourself.
You need them to hurt like you do.
Let the words fly like daggers.
Better to keep your hurt to yourself.
You’ll learn next time.