lil bitches

words can make people

come alive,

words can cut and kill;

sometimes,

words are all there is,

other times,

words are never

quite enough;

words can mean everything,

words can mean nothing at all;

for someone who prides themselves

on the ability to manipulate

and massage words,

I haven’t been very true,

I have left my first love,

I have abandoned my calling,

I have taken words

for granted,

thinking they will always

be there for me,

but this isn't so,

you have to guard the things

that are precious,

you have to hold on to them

tightly like a schoolboy

holding his best girl,

or they might just walk away

when you least expect it;

never to return again;

the best ones always walk away,

they never hang around long,

so you have to lay them

down quick,

make love to them

while they’re in the mood,

dance while the music’s still playing,

stroke their hair,

whisper and cajole

while you have the chance,

even if it’s in the most

public places,

even if it’s not politically correct,

otherwise they walk,

and they never come back;

never;

the damn lil bitches.

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