I Deserve This

The punch is like fire,

Scorching my cheek as it lands,

A hard fist against soft cheek.

“You are nothing.” They hiss.

I do not rebel,

I do not fight back.

“You deserve this.” They command with hatred.

“I deserve this.” I repeat with numb lips.

Tears flood from my eyes,

Cold and painful against my face,

As if they were icicles.

“I am nothing.” I whisper.

I do not complain,

I do not resist.

“I deserve this.” I sob with misery.

“I deserve this.” I echo with shuddering breaths.

Her hand is like the wind,

A soft breeze against my cheek,

Caressing the bruises that litter my skin.

“You are everything.” She breathes.

I do not agree,

I do not listen.

“You don’t deserve this.” She murmurs with love.

“I deserve this.” I reply with a frown.

My mind is like the cosmos,

A void of blackness,

The only company are my thoughts.

“Maybe I am something.” I whisper.

I do not trust,

I do not believe.

“Maybe I don’t deserve this.” I mutter with curiosity.

“Maybe I don’t deserve this.” I mumble with a heavy heart.

Blood blossoms on my lips,

Red and viscous against my skin,

Like a rose blooming in the snow.

“I am everything.” I yell.

I do not cower,

I do not stand down.

“I am more than this.” I shriek with rage.

“I deserve more than this.” I shout through gritted teeth.