It is appropriate, it would seem
For you to drag me down,
The tip of your knife at my throat.

You can hit me. Burn me.
Whip me, break my body.

But don't ever
Try to take the hope
That you don't rightly deserve
Try to keep my heart in a box
To save for the kill
And say it is okay.

I may be small
But I am not weak.
And you are not going to
Drag me anywhere.

11/14/2008

Author's Note: Yes, I stole this title as well. But still.

Posted on 11/14/2008
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