Taking it Back

I hate to renege,
but when I handed
you that living, breathing
bloody pulpy mess you’ve
got there in your grasp, I
made certain assumptions
about how you would treat
it. Perhaps I was not clear,
but when I said “I’m yours,”
that didn’t make me your
property, or prostitute,
or pet. And when I gave
you my heart, it didn’t
mean you were free to
toss it about like a
football, leave it un
-fed in a box for several
days straight, or squish
and reshape it to suit
your needs. Believe it
or not, it bleeds and
mourns just like yours.
And make no mistake: I’m
no donor. I know you hate
to be alone, but this was a loan
-er, so be a man




Written for Poetic Asides, Day 18.


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4 Responses to Taking it Back

  1. Gotta love hate poems.

  2. Mama Zen says:

    This is very cool. Love the way it snarls.

  3. ihatepoetry says:

    So damned cool. I wished I could write with one-tenth of your style.

  4. Susan Chast says:

    Clarity is powerful!

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