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My words resent being used like this,

stormy when I need weapons.

They want to wrap around you when you’re lost.

Cut me like diamonds,

when I feel the sting

my head in my hands but

I want you to stay.

My words want to love you,

let you stay,

surround you

until you’re mine.

When words fail

and we sit here like

all we know has been swallowed by swords

I don’t need steel to steal your heart.