this thing you got
sticks its hands inside my chest
instead of choking me forthright
you squeeze my very lungs, till there's nothing left
so close to the heart
and yet you do not touch the heart
ruthless;
simply because you are ruthless.
It teaches me to wish I was drowning
to leave my last oxygen, and breathe in the water
instead of letting you hold me in your violent ways
as I put on mascara and my stockings
in the m o r n i n g.