Words you knew not to say
Though you prefaced with
‘you’re not going to like this,’
you said them anyway.
You knew those words had venom,
that would poison her heart,
you said them.
And you watch the poison take her
ooze out through tears of
You pretend your purpose was care,
but caring is never deliberately cruel,
caring steps gently amid sensitivity,
caring builds supports to encourage.
In your mouth you have an anti-venom,
but you are silent,
contentedly watching the destruction
of the crushed spirit turning black
from the poison of
Moving farther from your affection
every moment you wait.