Gritty

I hold your words in the palm of my hand,

So ground up and gritty they feel like sand.

Maybe like salt, Stinging.

You flog my painful sores

as you liken me to all these w****s.

Pretending that I stand so tall,

But inside I am broken,

I feel so small.

How are you doing this to me?

Filling my eyes with tears,

So I cant even see?

These words in my grasp,

Though hurtful now,

Will never last.

I let your gritty malfeasance 

Fall right through my fingers,

Hoping this pain never lingers.