Your words can affect me in so many ways.
How your use of diction can determine whether I am smiling or frowning—having a marvelous or a horrendous day—just by the simple things flowing from your lips like liquid.
Whether the liquid is sweet and smooth like honey—causing no water leakage on my face or arguments; how good it feels when hitting my soul’s surface as it tingles my body with loving compliments.
Or, the liquid is as sour and bitter like lime juice—how your words pushes me to my breaking point as it clashes against my brain, leaving me in agony. Throwing your hurtful and bitter words around like rag dolls, disintegrating my confidence bit-by-bit.
Maybe, it’s a combination of lime juice and honey—bittersweet. Feels like sunshine and rain clashing together. And, you know what happens when those mix together? The devil is beating his wife and more corruption in our relationship occurs. This liquid is the worst of them all—when you seek joy in tearing me down. Playing little tricks with my mind to drives me insane; using your words to soothe me then crush me into tiny pieces repeatedly.
Leaving me with a crushed heart, broken soul, and a bit of hope that your liquid will turn as gold as honey to satisfy me with temporarily happiness.