half a wordsmith.

Frozen by inadequacy,

I can't move.

Don't think I deserve to.

Words like knives

Fall from my mouth

They hurt her, and 

I can't seem to stop them

A person like that

Should be broken in two

The sincerity of my apology

Lost because,

I've uttered it so many times

Yet I can't seem to stop them

I don't deserve her,

I should be locked in a room

Alone, so that my words

Can only hurt me

As they do now

I use to pride myself

On being a wordsmith,

A lover of the written and spoken

But I am a sham, a waste

How can I be anything worth

When my words carve hatred,

Breed hostility, mean nothing anymore

I don't deserve her.

I never wanted to hurt her.

I should go.