Someone help me.
He's gotten
Under my skin.
Now my thoughts
Are traitorous
Thinking only of him.
I do not want this.
Feelings and emotions
Are my sworn enemies.
I try to stop them
As they force their way in.
Ripping and tearing
All of my defenses down.
I lay motionless.
He's trampled me down
Without hardly trying.
Now I'm sprawled out here
Wondering if he will
Bruise and batter,
Or help me
Gently to my feet.

A. Beckman 2000