When I look at you, I become offended.
I want to strangle you, but you beat me to it.
I strangle myself for you; I do your dirty work.
Clinging to you I die, while being held in your arms.
Your strong hands gracefully wrapped around my neck,
Softly squeezing the air from my lungs,
clamping down on my voice, restraining me in an enraptured beauty.
The self gratification is horrendous; restraining my struggle I lie limp.
Slowly I close my eyes as my veins harden.
When I look at you…..
I'm offended.