We Have to Talk
Because of your abuse
I think, “There is
No use:
I can’t go on with this.”
I bleed and bruise because
Of your attacks
Sans pause,
As if you wield an axe;
Yet secretly I know
Upon reflection,
That’s how
You show me your affection.
We have to talk; we must,
Or else it all
Is bust,
And everything must fall.