A poem after talking to him this morning...


He's going to make me say it
Isn't he?
He won't take the hint
Refuses to take the bait
Puts the ball back in my court

He's going to make me say it
Despite my fears
He'll make me force the words past locked lips
Past frozen fingers
Past a shielded heart
And a guarded soul

He's going to make me say it
I don't know if I should hate him for it

He's going to make me say it
Whether I like it or not.