It's a Love Poem I Swear

I love her
But my heart's a bruised fruit.
Sweet, soft and a little spoiled.
I sometimes get confused.

I want her to hate me,
Hit me, f**k me.
Cause I don't do well
When things go right.

Why do you love me?

This s**t is a knuckle to the chin.
How can someone
Break you with absence?
She breaks me when she breaks our plans.

I was my own man,
Not a beggar's bargain basement
Flash farce, over exposed
Waste of toxic notions.

Ship up or shape out
And shut up.
I love her man,
I really do.

Author's Note

Strictly for my ninjas.