WORDS

There's music in your words
when you talk about you.
You say things like
pleasure, pain and me.
But sometimes I feel
they are only for me to see
That if you want
They can cut me
into little pieces
like some kind of swords.

There's no silence in your thoughts.
You keep verbalizing them aloud.
Sometimes it seems
you treat me like a crowd
that you appeal with sweet words.
But there's that feeling
that you only use them for me to see
That you are able of cutting me
into small pieces like they were swords.

But they are words,
only words,
empty, shallow, vain,
words.