Stop It Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Bent and broken,
I whispered to someone on my left.
You’re bent and broken.
Stop it.

With a hand upon my chest,
I repeated,
Stop it.
I twitch.

My mind was
a sealed room
before I gave you the chance
to explore it.

My notions were
a tied-up butterfly
before I let you
set it free.

My need
was never there
before you came in
and placed it there.

My echo
was all I listened to
before you sang to me
a sweet melody.

Your love
was like air
that I tried to fetch
with a net.

Your love
was a criminal
disguised
in crystal sugar.

With a hand upon my chest,
I repeated
Stop it.
I yelp.

You stupid girl,
I whispered to someone on my left.
You’re bent and broken.
When will you ever stop?