So Killl Me

I accept your slaps. Your offences, the wounds that you cause, the sleep you don't allow me to sleep, the little scratches and the deep cuts, I accept. I understand your reasons and your wishes. I understand that you kill me and that you do it very well. I accept that you throw stones at me, throw knives at me, throw snakes at me. All day, I accept your tests of me. I accept that you will always be angry. I feel more love from one who thrusts a thorn in me than from one who brings me a dead rose. Patricia Evans