Hands

You deconstruct me,
you pick me apart,
excruciatingly and harsh.

You knock me down,
shatter me completely,
even as you pick up the pieces
and give them to me
to prove how much I need you.

You held me together for so long,
and yet you hold me back,
and here you hold me down now,
and I sobscream as I flee.

I stumble, blackened vision,
lumber shockpetrified
at my own made cliff,
and each sharpened,
shattered shard below
was placed there
fully knowingly
by my own shaking hands.

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