Sticks and stones...

Heyooo again guys, I've been getting pretty bored more frequently , which means I've had a LOT more time to spend thinking about what to write for my poems. This is basically what I got from one of those thinking sessions. Right. So, what's stopping you? (oh btw, the heading is a reference to that saying- you know, the one that goes "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me"? Yeah)

Sticks and stones...

You,

You.

How could you?

Don’t you know                                   
what happens

when a flower’s petals are tugged,

more than they’re supposed to be?

Don’t you know

what happens

when a tissue is pulled,

more than it’s meant to be?

Don’t you know

what happens

when a heart is pierced,

by heartless jokes

more than it should be?

It withers ,

It tears,

It cries.

Sticks and stones may break your bones

But words can break your heart.

Sticks hurt; stones do too

But words,

do much worse. 
                  

“idiot” can become a knife

“useless” can become a gun,

“worthless” can become a poison.

A poison that consumes

Completely,

Silently.

But,

Do you know

what’s funny?

The poison,

is the cure

“I’ll help you” can become a shield

“You’re not alone” can become a bullet proof vest,

“I’m here” will become the cure.

Sticks and stones can break your bones

But words can break your heart

And those same words

Re-stiched, re-made

Can fix that broken heart :)

                    -Hetzgerd Oakenferl

By the way, please pay attention to the punctuation if you can, cuz I actaully put some effort into placing them