Sometimes, Words Are The Worst Weapon

Posted this up on FB some time back. It has been edited and expanded.

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Sometimes, Words Are The Worst Weapon

They

Dropped so easily from your mouth.

I promise.

Without realising the

Enormity of what you said.

Trust me.

Did you even

Stop

To think about what you were saying?

I love you.

And, fool that I was

I believed.

Sweet talk and reassurances

Carelessly uttered promises.

You caught so many hearts

With that same net and so easily

Smashed them all

With lies and secrets and

Broken vows.

And even afterwards

You continued using them

As your weapon.

It was her fault.

Poisonous things spat

Behind my back.

Sometimes I wonder

Did you mean for me to hear it all?

Insecure bitch.

You

Have scarred me

As surely and deeply

If you had taken a shiny knife.

But even then

You're too much a coward

To actually dirty your hands, aren't you?

Of course. That's why you use words.

Or maybe it's because you know they hurt

More than any knife wound ever could.

End.

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No one wants broken things.