i look up to you

in form and thought,

and feel myself shrinking

from your stare.

you stand there,

power surging in your lungs,

haunting my mind

with a closed mouth.

it is curdling fear

clotting my veins

and stopping my heart.

you are supposed to love me,

purely and unconditionally,

but I know it will end

when my blood flows free.

your tight grip

will mean nothing.

it is too easy

for you to let go.