Possession Poem by Janice M Pickett

Possessing someone
does not mean loving them
For within ownership
is self conceit
Self ego
and
insensitive behavior

I have known all those things
Love was not a word used
often in my life

I own you
You are my property
Men look at you
You flirt
so I shall hurt you

Take that and that
Now tell me I'm not the Boss
That's right
crawl into your corner

Fear
in fact
terror
hiding
sneaking off in the night
saving children's lives

Alone
Again, alone

No I don't remember
being told
I love you