‘Three Short Words’ by Lily Clayton, age 15

You have no idea how much I suffer,
Trying hard to act tougher,
The words that leave your lips,
Lashing out at me like whips,
The simple power of three short words,
Butterflies in my stomach like trapped birds,
‘I hate you’, he says,
Making me second guess,
Does he care, do I matter?
Making my tangled thoughts scatter,
His harsh tongue, poison lips, the knife of his voice,
Destroying me like I’m just his choice,
Do I want her today, or do I hate her?
My vision becomes a blur,
The power he has over me,
Simple words, the death of me,
Thrice spoken, thrice heard
Destroying me on the final word,
How much power can three words hold?
Enough to take a girl’s laugh, truth be told.