A Slight Miss Poem by Morning Wolfe

Words can hurt like nothing else.
Whether they come from someone you know
or you think you know.
Spoken, found in a book or on a scribbled note
once ingested they consume you.

Katherine,443-7922, with a doodle to the left of it
that resembles a heart.
Try not to overthink it.
Funny that it looks like a heart...
Maybe it's his cardiologist.

No more Mr. Niceguy?
Who said chivalry was dead?
Me, goddammit. That's who.
Theatrics, smoke and mirrors are just a disguise.
Will the real you please stand up?

'I don't think of you that way.'
Try putting the emphasis on each word.
It sounds different - but means the same.
What way is that - exactly?
Not that it matters.