If my words were string
You would Twist them
right 'round your finger
until it's pulsating
forever pulling every
heartbeat away
from your center
to the one part of you
Used to take attention
away yourself.
And point at me.
Words are not always Alpha
sometimes they are Beta
Carotene, so we bite them
until they are raw and splintered
until they bleed and hurt.
Cut short. Abbreviated.
Until we've completely
changed their meaning
to what we believe
they mean.
If your words were sour milk,
I would drink them anyway,
because you say them so well.
Tickle your toes. . .
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