Conflicted

You can break me

but I won't let you kill me

because there are parts of me

I still want to feel.

I want my memory

my eyes

my taste

my sound

So you can take my bones

and twist them

because all my life

I have been yours.

You can tear me open,

spill my guts on the floor,

and make a mess we can't clean up.

But I will still look at you the same.

I'll still smile when you come home,

take any hit you throw.

I'll hold you when you're sad,

take your hand when you're mad.

But one day should you go too far,

I promise you, I will leave,

Because there are parts of me,

I still want to feel.

Author's Note

Just the conflicted mind of a victim, hm?