Words

You use words like weapons,
piercing in their nature,
when you speak the truth,
hurting me with every syllable. 

How I wish sometimes you’d lie instead.
I find that comforting, 
even when I know, 
they’ll inflict a pain I can’t bear.

I use mine carefully with you,
because I know how much you hate
them being wasted, 
on pointless conversations,
or when we argue.

I’d rather have us
spend time in complete silence,
learning about each other, 
our actions revealing our real intentions, 
otherwise concealed by our words.