As you weild your cutlass <br />You smirk, you grip the handle <br />Slashing through emotions <br />My bones are cracked, to even the marrow <br /> <br />I thought, strong, yes, I'm strong <br />But you proved me a fool <br />You are so skillful with your weapon <br />I'm bent, manipulated, as just your tool <br /> <br />Oh, we battle, or so I thought <br />For I fight with here and now words <br />And you cut low, beneath the belt <br />Gashing, biting, slurs, past tense, all absurd <br /> <br />You yell every now and then <br />I may have caught a good blow <br />Reminding you of things you did <br />Didn't do, or things you should possibly know <br /> <br />And here you are, with reinforced vigor <br />A mother to supply you with ammunition <br />I just want a simple girl, not a war hardened hero <br />Nor do I wish to scale the walls of lovers ambition <br /> <br />I swear and I protest, I have been fatally wounded <br />Your smirk and your smile are saddening to say the least <br />Please, be kind, end my pain and kill me quickly <br />An angel you are at times, though today, you are the beast<br /><br />Reginald Goodridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-protects-me-from-you/
