It embarrasses me now,
it actually makes me cringe if I think about it.
The fact that I was so devoted to you,
that you could have molded me into anything you desired,
asked anything of me,
had me on my knees for you,
grabbed my hair,
choked me,
broke my arm,
or pulled my legs or all of my strings.
There was a moment that I didn't have a will of my own,
but you were my will.
Yes, it is embarrassing,
was it love?
Was my perception of my love for you so mistaken?
Or was it more like a dog,
like a slave to his master,
I don't know.
But what I do know,
is that I will never want to feel like that again,
so powerless in my own actions,
so little,
so nothing.
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