1
I fell in love with words—
and these are all I have,
all I could really get my hands on
and control every line,
curves, and the way its
sweetness roll from my tongue,
and touch me without actually
getting close to my skin.

2
Do not even attempt to pour
your silly cup of tea
on my lips—
when all you can fathom to do
is to construct words you need
to lure my heart from your
sweet talk.

3
I have warned you not to win me over—
now you have gotten to break your own heart,
because you believed a poet like me
will fall in love with words
if spoken from the mouth of a lying lips.