Your words they sting, like water on a burn,
They cut through me like a knife but still I yearn,
I yearn for a time where your faithfulness was sweet like a tart,
Where you words were only kindness,
The ones that do not hurt.

Your words may cut, they may bruise,
They may sting, and hurt,
But I will see that you improve,
Your words were once thoses of generosity,
But I do not know where you have gone,
Your words are now to only comment on my immaturity and curiosity.

Your words are sometimes as painful as a bed of needles,
But you do not see their harm,
Your words are like a wrinkled scarred beetle,
Creeping, crawling into my heart,
Planting dark thoughts,
That sink deep, deep down in the ocean of my thoughts.

Your words may hurt,
But mine do not,
I intend for my words to inspire,
And bring hope and faith into your heart.

Your words are the opposite of mine,
They snap and growl,
Where mine sing and shout for joy,
Your words are bitter and brittle,
Tired of overuse,
Mine are fresh and anew,
Like the first drop of rain in a sweet summer storm.

Your words are empty,
A dark desolate void,
Your words have no meaning,
They only take precious air.

Your words no longer inflict pain,
Or inspire fear,
I wash them away like and annoying stain,
Your words are no longer painful to hear,
But quite amusing,
And no longer one of my fears.

Your threats no longer have any weight,
Your insults have lost their bad taste,
Your words are old and stale,
To tired and worn to cause any harm.

You shoot me with insults,
I deflect them with goodness,
You throw threats my way,
I throw back kindness and compassion,
You twist my words into lies,
When I speak the truth.

Your words they once caused me great pain,
They used to make me want to cry,
But now I know that your words define who you are,
Your words are only about you so I ask you to try,
Try to be good, the person I used to know,
The person that I looked forward to seeing,
The person who made me laugh and enjoy life.

Your words were meant to inflict pain,
Mine are used to inspire hope and faith,
Your words were meant to put me down,
And make me feel lesser than you,
To make me feel like a big drop of rain, cascading towards the ground,
Breaking into a million pieces unable to be put back together.

Your words once made me want to curl up into a ball,
Made me want to disappear from the face of the earth,
But now I know you,
And where those words of pain emerged from,
So I tell you, think about,
Your words.