Your Words

Your words, they sting
That which can not feel
The words they say can’t hurt me
But I do not hurt
Not by knife, not by stone, not by flame.
And yet,
I can feel the stabbing, blunt, burning pain
That you cause me
With your words.
I am forced to wonder
If I was meant to be
Rendered
Quite so vulnerable.
Maybe we
all are all too
vincible.