Down

by Carly Rousseau, Contributor
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You have me down. 

Like the back of your hand,

you know I don’t like salt and

that I’m scared of airplanes.

You have me down.

Down in your book of conquests,

like a hurricane you pound and

waves of ecstasy crash in my veins.

You have me down.

Like a dog lying at your feet,

I want to lick your wounds away

because your pain hurts me too.

You have me down.

A stream reduced to a trickle,

my needs dissipated by your own,

I am a compass with no point.

You have me down.

In a chokehold on the mat,

nowhere to go from here,

there is no referee to count me out.

You have me down.

Down on my knees,

begging myself for forgiveness,

weeping tears of defeat.

You have me down.

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