I Wouldn?t Kick Her Out Of Bed For Eating Crackers

I was just

Another target

I was just (was I just?) the next victim



She stabbed me over and over with her sharpened lies



Those eyes cut like the blade of a knife

Craved my flesh with her razor tongue



Such barbed and serrated words

You saw right through me

Ripped right through me



I am not a target

I am not a victim

You can't have me