Twisted

You take my words and twist them,
Into hate I don't recognise,
I try to make the world seem lighter,
You mutate it before my eyes.
You cut me off in mid-sentence,
You subtly deride my plans,
You make me feel so frustrated,
And then refuse to understand,
I hope you choke on your poison,
And it leaves you twisted and dead,
With only a longing for what you had,
Decaying in your head.