Meant to be forgotten

Some days were better then others
No one realized
What we were putting each other through
Words were said and things were done
That shouldn’t have been
The arguments have now subsided
Things left undecided
Words that should have been untouched,
Were touched much too often
“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me”
So they say
Broken bones heal
Wounds mend
Bruises disappear
All you have is the story to tell,
Or lock away inside
Words are often not forgotten.