Idealize, Devalue, Discard

Up on the pedestal

Down on the floor

Starve me to pieces

Beg you for more

Up on the pedestal

Then hit the floor

Cracks are growing

Resistance is worn

In panic

Intolerable

Intoxicating

In moments of confused free fall

What is there to reach for but you?

Manipulation through

negative space

Lights blind high by the cornice

The cycle renews as

Limned edges of revenge boil

I say you hurt me and you

Hurt me for this

Who knew the crash

Would be less painful

Than up on the pedestal

Back for more

Such a beautiful horse

How could you resist

Breaking my spirit, or breaking me in

Cat and mouse, but you’re always the cat

Tit for tat, but you get the tit

And you get the tat

And I get nothing

I get nothing for all of that