Your Words

Your words are bright and shiny
silly me, I took
the bait from your hook
and felt you reeling me in

Your words are careless comments
I read what you wrote
from smitten to smote
at a stroke from your poison pen

Your words are pretty weapons
surprisingly sweet
but they batter and beat
and I am wounded again

Your words are persistent echoes
still berating
but quickly fading
to a still and bitter end

Your words are silly smudges
paper and ink
pixels and stink
and I am on the mend