Your words cut deep
Deeper than you know
To a place you nor I can ever again reach or go
Your words, they tear, and rip, and shred
But my words, they stay hid
Because of you and your words I am afraid to speak
Afraid of that tearing, ripping, shredding hurt
Afraid that my words might get crushed by yours.
So I just say
"I'm sorry"
And back away
Swallow my words deep down
Down to that place where your words hurt me,
In hope that they might heal
but instead their pent power burns
Oh how it burns
All together its too much
Too much for life
Knowing I'm imperfect
Especially in your eyes
I want my hands to do what my words could not
Save me,
And teach you.
That my imperfection tries,
But without perfection
My words just die.