Words

Sometimes I think words mean everything,
Other times nothing.

The words you spoke to me today,
meant everything.

How they were so carelessly spoken from your lips
now rot and decay inside my brain.

Words not right by an means,
Yet not wrong at all.

And in that stillness when my eyes burned as I read your words,

My mind screamed to all the insanities in the world not to right back something mean,
terrible,
horrible,
like a knife,
Like how yours were to me.

Because you know I could
so easily tear you to shreds.

Yet still I replied in kind.
Your words written by anger
Mine?
from the tears yours made me cry.

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