Understanding

The boundaries between letting go and giving up:
"Letting go" does not connote losing hope;
It means the opposite: you have more.
"Giving up" is the act of losing hope;
It means what it says.

Your piercing eyes hold me down.
I sit motionless under your venomous look.
I'll "never give up, never surrender."
(For all I know, I'll love you forever.)
But how can I let go when I'm not the one holding on?
Set me free: speak your truth.
You slither around on the ground
With a smirk, feeling so high and proud,
Making your own path and leaving nothing
But a small trace of your scent,
And a faint track of your gooey slime
After you finish your business.

Your piercing eyes holds me down.
You've left me stranded, cold, and trapped.
You've left me numb and paralyzed
Next to the shattered pieces of my nearly-still heart.
Please, let me live.
You've sucked the life out of me:
My will to live... my hope to love...
My faith to believe that I will survive.
Why not do me a favor and suck the only thing that's left:
Suck the poison out of my system.
You've already left your mark on my skin.
(And now I wear you on my sleeve.)
What else is there for you to take?

Your piercing eyes hold me down.
I sit dazed and delirious,
In the dark, like dirt
(because I once let you crawl all over me,)
Attempting to identify which is worse:
The "love scar" you left on me,
(The one left for all to see and mock me about--
The wound that's slowly starting to heal)?
Or all the love that's still within me
(The one you sucked on until I shriveled up--
The love you blatantly rejected)?
Bare naked, I sit for your taking.
With no strength to fight,
No spirit to give up,
I let you stare me down as
I sit motionless under your venomous look.