詩 The Ownership of Another Person

You make me angry
Because you're a reminder
That I am incomplete
That we are not one person

The terrifying thing is
That you not feel the same
This emergency of apartness
Is my crisis alone

I want to control you
To make you my possession
Degrade you such that
You cannot hurt me

The more I become convinced
Of your absolute perfection
The more I become your slave
My being rebels

Then blemishes appear
As Cupid's vellum fades
I can look back happily
To when I was truly alive