Twisted Words

I like your words
So much so I think I’ll take them
Twist them and make them unrecognizable to you, their originator
The private prose of a cliché tryst
Your humble and honest “I love you” will mutate her
Into rounds and rounds of “I hate, I hate, I hate her”
But just like that, a little later, you’ll writhe for those familiar words
The ones you so generously gave
The ones I’ve now stolen away
Morph them into my own, for I am the muse, or merely your confab manipulator