The drawing on the wall

My eyes are burning.

I just saw your lips near mine.
Then your eyes met mine, we kissed.
You closed your eyes, maybe to see
or maybe for me to feel relaxed.

What will you do next?

You point at the empty wall,
asking me to give you something.
You say "I want you to draw there
your feeling for me".
And you walk near the bucket
with the black colored paint.
I start drawing. It starts taking shape.

It is a heart, divided in two,
angel wings around it,
and a barbed wire embracing it.
It has tears here and there
and finally I put the name on it,
"Me and You"

Will you like it?

I see you walking towards me
slapping me then starting to hit me.
I feel awful. But I'll change it.
I'll draw something more...unique
the next time. For now, forgive me.

Author's Note

I feel relieved right now (after writing it) Don't know why.