I’m tired of playing tug of war
With your worn out affection for me
And your inability to tell me what you mean

Of standing in the glow of how you don’t even miss me
Not even a little bit
Trying to reach me out from under the door

I’m sore from longing for
The stolen bits of skin you’re still taking from me
Pieces of hip bones and freckled shoulders

I’m at risk of imploding
Under the conflicted forces
Of your admiration and disdain for me

And I already ripped myself open for you
A thousand times in the cross currents
Of my desire to be yours

And now you’re just emptying me out
And scraping the last bits of dignity
From my lungs

Pulling me in directions I couldn’t go if I tried
My stomach is knotted up between the poles of your feelings
Hovering over the line
Waiting for the drop