Words Are (Not) Weapons

Words are weapons

This is a thing that everybody knows

And I’ll blame you

As I deal myself blows.

I think to myself

How could you?

As I pick up your hands,

And beat myself blue.

You never mean to hurt me

As you speak so softly

But I’m a masochist

And all words are costly.

Little iron filings fall from your lips

I’ll think you’re just like the rest

As I bend them into knives

And push them into my own chest.

And it’s not fair

For me to do this and blame you

But this is who I am,

There’s nothing I can do.

I’m bleeding and crying,

I’m asking you why.

But you don’t have an answer

But I still see you try.

And that there is the moment,

When it all comes together

You’re not like the rest of them

You’re something much better.

So I sit up and touch you

With love not my sorrow

And I see what I’ve been missing

All the things I must outgrow.

I shouldn’t have hurt me,

Using words of love that you’ve spoken

I’m learning now slowly,

That I can fix what’s been broken.

I’m begging your patience.

I’m crying your pardon

Your words are not weapons

They’re seeds in this garden.