Just the knowledge
that I
could rip you to shreds
with only a few artfully
crafted words
makes me feel
just a bit
stronger
than I am.
That I could rend you apart
with a touch,
liquefy you with a glance
and enjoy the entire experience,
I am secure
in this.
And sometimes,
it soothes my battered soul
like a wordless lullaby.
Just knowing
that you could utter
before you fall apart for good
the words that would
destroy me
grants the unwelcome awareness
that I have become
once again
vulnerable
and prone to
seizures of the heart
and cruelties of the tongue.
Oh, how can I
but love
and
hate
you for all of this?