Cruel intentions

She was a thing of beauty
almost a heavenly vision
but she could use words
like a razor blade
they cut the skin
and blood would trickle.

when she left me
she was just as cruel.
I wanted revenge
To hurt her as she
had hurt me.

I had so much to say
a practiced recitation of hate.

but the words
Couldn't flow
 from my mouth.
instead they poured 
From my eyes
in endless torrents.