Killing Blow

What is abused? 
Is it when you're used? 
Or accused for something you've never done. 

Or a hand that caresses you, 
Yet it raises above you, 
Ready to give a punishing blow? 

Strong fingers,
play with your hair, 
yet they pull, and poke 
and wrap around your throat. 

Safety.. this is all you need, 
Not the things you leave behind,
What you cry over in the night, but what you know is right. Because some days.. you just know that it could have been a killing blow.