Tortured Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You won't leave me tortured.
Unable to get sleep.
No you won't leave me tortured.
Unable to eat or freely breathe.
I thought I taught cha,
I'm not into torture.

When I said I loved you,
I meant it.
And since it was admitted,
My back you want bent.
And on my knees to see me begging,
For your consent...
To accept my sentiments.

I was not born to be tortured.
I was not born,
To ignore who scorns...
To do it and prolong.
I was not born to be tortured.
Or...
Play a tit for tat to see who best attacks back.