you drag me towards you by the wrists
your grip tightening
is a rag doll all i am to you?
my head collides with your chests and your arms snake their way around me
i let in,
only for a second,
only to suffice you.
yet i don't feel bad when i drag myself away two moments too soon
and then you smile at me
as if you haven't crossed whatever line i have drawn between the two of us
you don't just cross it,
no.
you stamp on it
you leap past
you treat it like it's not even there
not only do you tread on me but i feel my dignity crack away piece by piece my insides becoming a hollow cave,
myself only a human vessel being kept alive for your selfish needs
