Liquorice

Those clever words you use to ensnare others
will not catch me now.
No, now I have indefinitely learnt
the gaping chasm that your words hide.
I will not fall for those cheap pick up lines,
Ones that would make others blush.
But I have discovered that those words
are mere bursts of sounds
and nothing else.
Nothing, nothing but a mix of random
vowels and consonants.
Like a pack of Allsorts, black liquorice.
Of course.
Black like that heart that you have
and black like that soul that you hide.