Your words like iron
Like rusty steel
Blades damaged
And damage
Their appeal
They cut, they chop
Through my walls
To my heart
Wielded by hands
Who should
I thought
Know better
Hands that knew
How to be tender
But instead
Chose to render
My heart from my chest
When I tried
To give my best
I was met
With iron
And steel
No repeal
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April 26th, 2014 at 10:09 PM
The shortness of the lines really reflects the quick chopping strokes mentioned in the poem.