He says he wants a fourth
He says he wants a third
Slicing up pieces of me to give to them
Watching my body dissipate into nothing
As they pick away the most important parts of me
An eight here
A quarter there
To quench their hunger for what I am
For what they think I should be
Never once adding back
Never once giving
Taking, taking, always taking.
Once there is nothing left of me I wonder what they’ll do
Starve to death
Or find another like you
He wants a half
He wants it all
But what will be left to give
When they have taken it all?