Words hurt
Like thinly sliced wounds
Like a punch to the gut
Like an unexpected slap
It may be surface
My analogies of pain
But words wounds linger
They are slow to heal
I don't deserve those words
The subtle little stabs
The mean biting jabs
The outright ridicule
I didn't enter into
A loving relatinship
For the mean spirited banter
Who would make that a goal?
I want the sweet words
The kind expression
The gentle forgiving
The abject understanding
I am no one's punching bag
I refuse to launder your frustration
I will not accept your ridicule
It's not my job to suffer you
If that's too much to ask
I cometely understand
I can move on
You can go to hell.