Slippery,

Delicate,

Wanting.


These were the words that came out of your mouth.


Full of desire,

Hushed whispers,

Strange, yet

Familiar

Were your words.


Confused,

Comforted,

Naive.


That was me.


That was me.


Before I realized exactly who

Was planting those words so deceiving

Into my mind that was wandering far.


But then, you lost.

For He spoke Words into me, too.


Words that brought life.

Words that healed.

Words that promised.


Words

Unlike

Your words.


I scoff at you, coward.

At you and your poisoned, polished lies.

At you and your twisted symphonies.

At you and the empty oaths that once held me, fast.


I scoff at you.