When you love me
Your hands are gentle
Caressing every inch of my body
Your touch is like silk
Smooth all over my skin
When you hate me
Your hands are rough
Pounding my face and body
Your touch is like a hammer blow
Leaving me battered and bruised
When you love me
You’re always sorry
Saying you’ll never hurt me again
And I, like a fool, believe your words
Just to be pummeled again
When you hate me
Life According to Meka 