civilized

insulted
and bruised, the old you
would attack
with arrows of poison
truth.
killing with words,
with daggers
of sarcasm. but not anymore
you let her live.
you let
what she says roll off you.
there was a time
when you could remove her heart
with a few surgically
chosen lines,
and show it to her
before eating it.
but you're more civilized
now. you've grown up,
or maybe you've gotten
old and soft, tired,
believing that
her own life is enough
suffering, why point it out.