I will put my armour on

I don’t like you,

with your subtle verbal knife

that just cuts enough to hurt,

then you put it away till

the next opportunity

to have your dig around

and slowly slice at

my tender little soul.


I fully intend to put my

armour on and put

my sword away and thrust

and slice as you might

you will never cut

my heart that was

never yours to touch anyway.