I Killed My Love

I killed my love today, with words

Rashly cast and keenly scored;

Rage succeeded self-control,

Spitting barbs of vitriol

And whetted edge its mark re-found,

Remembering a former wound

Though pen triumphs the biting sword,

Sharper still’s the daggered word;

And fury of the tongue could be

Murder of a first degree.