I called on the echoes of my loneliness,
            but you never answered my sorrowing
            verses that fell like razor wire tears.

Lacerating within the repetition as each one
                   was a dissection of my emotions.
                    You never collected in fear of being wounded.

But you were the one that cut me profoundly,
        words were your weapon.Versed in  broken glass
        shards, syllables are blades and my tears crimson.