I surrender my arms.  
I’m tired of fighting you. 
You’ll always have the higher ground.  
I am powerless, insignificant,
against your superiority.  
You always win. 
You’ve always won. 
I have no defense. 
I have no hope
for coming out of this alive.  

Every time
I come crawling back
on my knees to let you in. 
Every time
you kick me when I’m down. 
You’d think in time
that I’d find some self respect. 
Stand up for myself
and refuse to entertain
the notion of coming back to you. 

Every time I try
coming back to life
I find your sword in my side,
your arrows piercing my skin.  
I fall to my knees before you,
my arms open wide. 
Your words like blades
slash open my throat
and leave me gasping for air
as I die slowly before your eyes.  

You win, you’ve won. 
You’ve gotten what you wanted. 
You are the ruler of your world. 
You alone sit enthroned. 
It’s all yours. 
It’s always been all yours. 
I never stood a chance. 
I was a fool to think I would.