Trickster

Trickster

I am not your science project
I am not your plaything
Finding words and willingness
to touch in me
does not make you my keeper
You have not created me
You see me as some malleable clay-like entity
which you have sculpted out of
silence
You are mistaken
There is substance in my silence
More so than in your viciously friendly banter
You spit daggers and polish them off with grins
Do you honestly think me so weak
and spineless to bend to you?
Do you think that being treated like shit by you would be so unique
that I would feel moved
to endure it?
I know what bad habits feel like
Every man I've ever fucked has been little more than that
I know what they feel like
and I know how to break them

I can break you so easily my dear

I learned a long time ago.


written 2007