Three Little Words

a sort of prose poem

There was a tearing

that took place

When I saw the look

on your face.

I was broken

With nothing to put

my hope in.

I was afraid

of what I heard 

you'd said.

Those three words

had saved my life

And that's when I 

put down the knife.

And here I an now

without a single scar

Still alive somehow.

The most I've learned

is from those

Three little words I heard.

Author's Note

i feel kinda shaky about this poem. thoughts?