I will not shrink myself for you.
I will not search for the sun in your shadow.
I will let my anger rage.
I will let it fill me up, every empty space that you created.
It will rush through my veins and into my mouth a metallic taste, words loaded like bullets.  
My rose red lips will not be silenced around your ****.
The gun you placed in my hands to point at myself down your throat, cocked!