Men **** women, and women **** men.
They **** them with their words and then:
as the words, at the victims heart now gnaw,
the speaker acts as if they hadn’t spoken at all.

Men **** men, and women **** women.
As soon as the heart on their sleeves are given,
they’re broken by those with lack of care,
or left to float away, as feathers on the air.

Words hurt people, and people speak words.
The transitivity makes sense when brought to bear
on the matter at hand; normally unheard,
except those who take the time to care.

Speak with love to those who have none.
Speak with love to those who do.
Because when you feel like you’re all alone,
those whom you spoke to will remember you.