A Hail Storm of Words

I love you,

I always will.

It kills me, though.

Your words were harsher than the snow.

Icier than a hail storm,

hitting me hard in the heart.

I regret nothing,

but now I find reminders of you,

Everywhere.

And It’s killing me on the inside.

I love you with all of my heart,

and I find you in places I shouldn’t.

Your words echoing in the back of my mind.

A constant reminder of what’s no longer.

It’s funny how words can be so beautiful,

yet so painful, worse than any icy weather.