Inclined

Declining...I am tossed.

Thrown off this record and left with naked wounds,
Understated and small in your tomb,
Do you see as I stand my ground,
Ripped apart and torn my gown.

I am apart and hands clenched,
My eyes whither to your gaze,
Hurdles of pain fill me in waves,
But here I stand in this daze.

Don't try to keep me from breathing,
Even as you go out that brisk,
I am not revealing,
No more of my hearts tears will line my face,
Even as you belittle and disgrace.

You can see that I am scared of you and what you do,
But as I keep my feet steady and still,
Would you really,
Try and forfeit your kill.

I am gone and this heart is already dead,
But as for my soul- I am fed,
It has eaten upon your self doubt and jealousy,
Your love you once had,
Takes and strangles me.

I can stand here and watch you pick me apart,
But not once will I give up my life,
You took to much already,
why would I be unsteady.

I am here to tell you that you can take all those rapid beats,
The ones that are terrified of you and this defeat,
I can be down and feel the drench in my mouth,
But no more will you be allowed.

I will be apart from the pain you caused,
As my heart will fall and feel your pause.

I have been breathing this whole time,
After the anguish and despair,
You were gone, and on the ground I was there.

I was scared.