I tried my hand at writing another poem today. This is about those people who use your words against you.
Words As Weapons
I used to provide you with weapons
Words you could twist around
And shoot them back at me
Turn a confession into a lie
Turn that lie into a tale
And that tale into the ruin of me.
Laughter and finger pointing
Building up my scar tissue
With no shields to defend me
From the knives that you threw
And the sharp arrows you fired
Until I lay bleeding on the ground.
I never pitched back those weapons
And stealthy slipped away from you
I stopped giving you my words
So now you only have your lies
Well, now you can fill your gun with blanks
And shoot off with what you don’t know about me.
