For Penny's on the Dollar

 

Then it would stand...

    That he does not understand...

  

   My fears. 

Fears. 

It was not just a self-respect I torched 

     serving you; 

             It was my lungs. Coughed and choking. 

                  Filled of black inhalation 

  

       That in me, 

             Takes up all room left. 

Fears. Fears of you 

  Screeching around the corner and pulling up. 

  "No", is not an answer you will accept. 

Lies blanketed in the confusions 

    Of questions laid to hide accountability away. 

I am coughing. 

  

      Coughing you up.  and choking 

     For there is barely oxygen in me left. 

In the name of "love"...

    I had excused all your broken boundaries, 

       Broken promises away. 

I sold myself 

    Into your power....

For just penny's 

     On the dollar. 

It was perhaps my most naive of plays.