I hate Words.

They

haunt me.

Laughing at me

to come out to play,

Then taunting me

because I can't.

I long for Words

Crave them in the night

like no one else

Take books to bed with me,

`cause no man will do.

I envy Words

because

They're the only things that seem

sincere.

We've mingled since childhood,

and still

I prefer them to people.