You one time told me that
I only exist because you let me.

That sentence—
It felt like bullets grazing past my skin.
I wasn't shocked, yet—
it still chips at my peace of mind.

If we're speaking in terms of technicality,
that is true—
I only exist because
you,
let me.

I can see your resemblance in the
mountains and valleys
of the pores on my face,
but,

I do not exist completely.

I am faltered.
I am stagnant.
I have been a-strayed,
from my body.

I am atom against atom,
pummeling in the world.