Best served cold

Of all the things you took from me-
time, emotion, respect for my own judgement-
I miss my words the most.
The ones you stole right out of my mouth.
You see, I think of everything you've done,
and I have nothing to write about.
I have nothing to express,
the way it feels to picture your face.
Nothing but some malice
and a few things I wish I could say...
to "stick it to you"
and "show you what for"
but I don't even bother
because nothing takes back what you've done.

I'd never hurt you,
but I wish that you'd hurt like I do.
I'd never lie to you
but I wish you knew how it felt.
No I'd never kill you
but you're dead to me all the same.