Revenge fail

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
from the wounds.
when she left me
she was just as cruel.
I hurt to the soul.
I wanted revenge
To hurt her as she
had hurt me.
I had so much to say
a practiced recitation of hate.
but when I met her
the words
Couldn't flow
from my mouth.
instead they poured
From my eyes
in endless torrents.