There's a shard of glass
on the floor between us.
You don't know it's there

Step over here.
I dare you.
I'm not moving.

At least, not until you say -
yes, that.
Now I don't care
if my feet get cut
I will welcome the pain
I will get back at you
for that.

So sometimes I'm
just looking
for a fight, for pain.

As a catharsis, maybe
just an outlet
for the anger you build up

So hurt me, it's fine
I'll just bite you back