Bruise Me

SMACK.
Your hand,
Hits my cheek,
Forcing my head to the side.
My hand goes to up to feel the warmth,
Of the sting.

I bite back the tears.
I don't want to cry.

So hit,
Me,
Again.
Claim your authority, I
Keep it all in my head, and locked in my heart.

You have the key,
To anything you want,
From me.
I love you,
Remember?
The pain can never change my mind.

The noose you tie,
Around my neck,
Looks beautiful.
I'm willing to die.

"I told you to be quiet"
You scream.
"I'm sorry"
I whimper,
Dropping my head to the floor.

The whole world,
Is broken.
The whole world,
Is a lie.
We all thrive on broken love,
And questions to which we don't know how to reply.

So when your hand hits my face,
When the contact is made,
And the sound of the slap,
Is made,
It echoes in my head:
S.M.A.C.K.

So do it again,
Make me hurt,
And I will stay,
Calm and composed,
Keeping my fire inside me.