All In a Tone

I hate arguing and so decided to turn it in a poem to cope.

Biting words can leave a mark 

When you snap off a few torpedoes in my direction 

They have teeth, those words

Explicit in their meaning

Gnawing at my feelings

Sinking their razor sharps into my humanity

Leaves a bruise

Tiny marks left behind long after they have been flung

It's a reminder that I carry around

To be careful of my approach of you 

And remind myself of the peril of your voice