Full Threat

You took the shoulder I used to cry on
Out from under me, like a chair,
So I cart-wheeled and tumbled
Down through the empty space.

You took the hand I used to cling to
Out from my own, like a book,
So my arm swung empty and limp
Down through the empty space.

You took the chest I used to lie on
Out from under me, like a pillow,
So my head fell awkwardly
Down through the empty space.

You took the heart I used to beat for
Out from my own, like a paperweight,
So my body caved and collapsed
Down through the empty space.