Not I

Am I even weaker than I thought...?

Not I

It’s not funny
How you bait me
And test me
And break me into pieces.
Nor is it funny
How you hurt me
And crush me
In every part your long hand reaches.
Or how you haunt me
And want me,
Yet dare not take me with you.
It’s like how you move me
And you soothe me.
Make me love you,
Then abuse me.
I find it horrifying
How I lose my ground,
Fall on my knees
And cry.
And beg you not to leave me
Or forsake me
To this Hell
That is not I.