The piece you don’t try hard enough to save.
The piece of me that makes you feel brave.
The part of me that’s easiest for you to use.
The part that you don’t know how to abuse.
The most powerful weapon you never touch,
The part of yourself that means too much.
The moment you realize I’ve won-
The realization that this has just begun.
The part of me you knock over.
All that’s left of my “so-called” lover.