Broken words

Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words will never hurt me!
The motto as a little kid,
That was crippled by time
Words don't hurt, they kill.

These arms protect the unprotected
They deflect the harmful words and grief,
Starting wars with attackers.
"Those fucking samplers.."
"Lets see how they like daggers."
Now, laughing as their blood runs like rivers,
While cutting out their livers,
They do nothing but pout.

"How do you like it now,"
"To feel the pain, to live in fear,"
"To be pushed to the edge, huh?"
I'm tired of all your volunteered shit talking,
If words appeared on skin, you'd watch your words,
God, hummingbirds are nicer than you.

Occasionally these arms become battered, dented, and bloody
Shattered, how can the unprotected, protect?
My mind splatters thoughts like,
Take this, sleep for a night.
Take these, sleep for weeks.

What would I do without your smart mind,
My protected and protector.
Find another bride?
Impossible.
Even though it seems my words break before they get to you,
This wall will soon fall.
But until then id die before I stop protecting you.
No protesting, just strap in for the ride,
Were making it out of this alive.