Heart-Shaped Bruises

You say your love for me is physical,
And emotional, you say it's your heartbeat;
But your heartbeat pounds hard on my body,
Your pulse slams my head to the dented wall.

Your love is a lynching, choking my kiss,
And from the weeping willow tree I hang,
Waiting for your dulled knife to cut me down.

To be loved by you is to be stained black,
Blue, and red, colors I can't wash away.
The heat of your passion scolds my being.
The harshness of your kiss leaves me in blood.

You say you love me but your love is not
For me, but my tears, not for my body,
But the heart-shaped bruises you leave there.