Your words
You threw them at me like missiles trying to destroy me.
At first I ducked them, watched them fly past me determined not to let them touch me or hurt me in any way.
I threw back my own missiles that landed on your head like bombs made to destroy you.
I dived, I fought back, I told you the truth you'd been asking to hear. But your words...they confused me. They amused me. I wasn't sure why they were there or what you wanted me to do with them.
So I ran back to fetch them and wrapped each one in the softness of my heartstrings, the ones you'd so gently snapped into a million strands as I softly came behind you weaving them into a blanket I could put on my back to break the wind that flowed in when you left that door open on your way out.
I cuddled your words and protected them. I traveled with them. Barefoot and naked I shielded them and let myself to the elements because I had to deliver them untainted, pure and hot as they were.
I took them to the one who carries my heart. I placed them at his feet as I kneeled down. I lay them there like an offering. I kissed his feet and I offered your words to the one who would know what to do with them.
"You gullible fat idiot bitch! "
He has them now. Your gift to me is with the king.
