I will own, or I will sever
My body runs the line

He prefers people as objects, resources of distance
The victim is hiding something
Submit to protect his heart

“Go ahead and let go to try to want affection”

I don’t.

I try to return the haunting familiarity of intimacy. I feel strange.
I confuse love with combat
I am not seeing it makes me he

“Who was the victim here, the wall?”

It wasn’t.

I can’t bring myself to,
He freezes me