Just a poem I wrote just now. Thought I'd post it up.
*It's not about abuse*
Hit me again, so I can see
why it is you're hitting me
hit me when your heart I break
so I can learn from my mistake
hit me harder if you must,
but not too hard - my skin will bust
don't you see? It hurts - it stings
and what we have is not a thing
When you cry I only feel
pain enough to hope you heal
I know I didn't hit that hard,
you aren't bruised, you aren't scarred
I heard the smack, I know it hurt
the sound made me quite alert
but why do you act this way?
Why don't you watch the things you say?
I'm just trying to help, you know,
the error of your ways to show
I'd rather be beaten up than see
my problems are because of me
so forgive me, please, you didn't fall,
remember? Once, we had it all.