The Words More Than Words

"Leave my shit. Take everything that's yours and go away. I don't want to see you right now" is what she said to me.  But when she said that, the way she said that, they were more than words. She was throwing them at me, but not as punches, as sharp pointed daggars. Each word was dripping with poison, each sentence a daggar thrown at my heart. Trembling with fear and sadness, I managed to grab my things and walk away. I went to where she would never come and hid there. The tears streaming down my face, I couldn't stand up anymore. I leaned against the wall and then sank to the floor, head in hands, and I sobbed. What had I done to make her hate me so much? To make her repatedly hurt me? When she said those words, threw those poisonous daggars, she was really just telling me how much she hated me, how much she enjoyed hurting me, how I was the biggest mistake of her life. I wanted to get away. Die, leave, slit my wrists, anything at all just so long as I wasn't here. Because she said those words that were more than words to me. She said she loved me, told me I was the love of her life, she was mine. But if she said she loved me, why did she try to kill me with poisonous daggars? She had a way with words, she could mold them into whatever she wanted them to be. I loved her. She said she loved me. But what bad thing did I ever do to her?