All the things you've said
that have struck me down the most
were said as nonchalant utterances,
or disguised as whimsy and play.
But those are the ones
that dig in the most,
drill into my core
until I'm so ******* and hurt
I want to spit your venom
right back at you.
Your words work their way
slowly through my system,
steadily poisoning my thoughts.
And it's the worst when I'm alone,
with only my now-tainted mind
for company.
Problem is, sometimes
I feel that same loneliness
with you right beside me.
So, despite your ardent claims
to the contrary,
I'm quite unsure of your ability
to handle my capriciousness
for the long-term.
