Plaything

Sticks and stones, love.
Sticks and stones, but words can never hurt me
wound me-
throw me down and
ravage me-
entirely.
completely.
solely and utterly...singular.

Sticks and stones, but words can never hurt me
let alone an indefinite definition
what a beautiful concept
such a grotesque contradiction.

I love how a word can describe a situation,
and not describe it at all-
not give it any meaning except
for the eloquence on the very tip

that speechless tip of your tongue-
colliding with your teeth;
it's a sensation just like smiling.

Except smiling doesn't break your face,
Into tiny pieces at the corners...
Wrinkling till the creases feel wet-
And then I touch them...
And realize that suddenly-
ever so silently-
I've sprung a leak...

I'm sure there is another word-
A smarter word-
A better word-
To put me in my place...

Will you wrap your arms around me
Will you tell me it's okay
It's okay..
It's okay...
No I'm okay..
Just okay?

Okay then, now we're moving on
Finally you're facing fact
Salting the old papercut
With crocodile tears...

It's only temporary
Best to know and never know
Let it be-
Just let it be
Be assured-

That words are not enough
To tell you this-
This is where we start
But where do we go
From here from there
Til there is here...

Sticks and stones
But words can never hurt me...
Can never hurt you-
If you don't believe in them.