Pain You Inflicted

Meh.

Blood spatters against the sidewalk.

As the midnight breeze rustles the trees.

You look up at me with pleading eyes.

The gash across your face, quite distracting.

I strike again.

This time, you don’t dare meet my eyes.

You know you’ve done me wrong many times.

Squinting through the darkness,

I struggle to comprehend your expression.

It should always show remorse.

Frustrated at what I see, I strike again.

I see no regret. No remorse.

Your left eye is swollen shut and now bleeding.

You dare to look me in the eyes.

You smile.

I feel disgust spread across my face.

How dare you find humor in this.

Utterly confused, I do nothing but wait.

Wait to see what could possibly be making you so happy.

At a time like this.

Your brown eyes stare into mine fiercely.

As if saying “I won’t give up?”

I narrow mine, confused.

You try to stand up, but stagger back to your knees.

I watch coldly.

Still slightly smiling, you part your lips to mouth something to me,

But you cough.

A thin trail of blood seeps down from your lip.

Smiling in satisfaction, I watch your pain.

It’s what you get for all those lies.

Still not backing down, you continue to stare.

Why do you stare at me this way?

“Freak,” I say, as I kick your stomach.

Your eyes close slightly, wincing with pain.

But you still don’t stop staring.

Again parting your lips to speak.

 

“Hurt me all you want, I won’t stop loving you.”