Serrated Words

Im open again...

Just waiting...

Waiting for the anger to stop
Waiting for the pain to subside
But the wait has been prolonged once more

You see,
Your words tear at me
Like a knife that's just been sharpened

Each word breaks the flesh
Hurting more than a fist in the face
Or a knee to the stomach

But does it make you feel better?

Because we can sit here all day
Severing what's left of our connection
Word by word by bitter word

We can spend our life time
Spitting keen daggers at each other
But the anger is not going to disappear

So why do we do it?

It's not me you're angry with
Nor is it I who is angry with you

Yet it is each other we rip apart
With the serrated edges of our tongues

Still the swords continue to fly

They've been flying for so long
You've forgotten who you're really mad at

You don't want to hurt
So you thrust your words into anyone
Who makes you feel threatned

Well guess what!?

That has a chain effect

Now we're both expectorating our pain in the wrong directions
Wounding each other without physical contact
Anticipating the day the wounds mend into scars

Until then, we'r e both open...

Just waiting...