times change

some use words like weapons
and i like any other
have felt the blow.
there was a time when
i almost did believe one’s words for love;
it felt like a fist was wrapped around
my heart
and poetry warns about
how love hurts.
promises of
worlds and petals by my feet,
sonnets composed on bare skin –
he called me by name before
i could catch my breath.
there’s a sad sort of comfort in thinking you’re
finally letting go,
in almost saying yes.
i often forget how much
words can affect me
how much i was searching for a reason.