POEM: Fruit and a Glass

You hit me as if you were to hit shards of glass.

Your rejection of me makes me bruise like a fruit.

I do not shed a tear or tears because I have a heart like a rock

when you are around.

I like the pain, i like the suffering, I like the punishment if it be that,

I like the power, I like the emotions that arise.

I will have you in my arms, though today you fled with cuts in your hand.