His words are jagged
they were cut from ice;
his hostile tone, retro (harsh) mannerisms
seem eerily precise.

His words are traps
that only I seem to fall into;
his actions, his overly childish laugh
they whisper: "fuck you".

His words are too sharp,
untrustworthy, and vicious, and vile;
but I've yet to be sick of him
even after such a long while.

His words level mountains,
with the way he speaks to me;
his actions, on the other hand,
lift me higher off the ground.

(And yet, I pretend
that he means nothing to me.)