stop

you will not stop 
you have been restrained 
and 
you will not stop 

how scared 
should I be 
how crazy 
are you 

you show up at the places 
you know I'll be 
police reports 
mean nothing
to you  

you hate me 

what did I do- 
but treat you well 
for so many years 

I miss you 

but not the bad you 
I miss the nice one 
you used 
to be 

the gentle and 
kind one 
the interesting 
one 

the one I would go 
swimming with 
the one I would walk 
through 
the fields 
with 

not this one 
which threatens me 
not this one 
which breaks things

where has the good one 
gone