The Power of Words

I will not pretend that words do not hold power

I will not ask you what you meant

I will not sit in the corner and cower

Even though you have made a dent.

Shower me with affection—

then twist your little lies

Pull me in one firm direction—

then ignore my tired cries.

Spare me this staged love—

full of empty claims

Look for our bird, the peaceful dove—

Yet all we are is shame. 

And now you leave me broken down

Scattered and dismayed

Alone, in our tide to drown

Never to be the same.