Your words,
each syllable
as sharp as glass.
You choose them meticulously.
As if every word
that rolls off your tongue
has a mission.
Find where her heart is weakest.
But,
I bet you did not
expect that my
weakest point is you.
Ironic,
is it not?
If you wish to
hurt my heart,
then you must
be willing to
sacrifice yours too.