"I'm sorry, I just can't do it."                                                             ­         

You were made in the image of power                                    
Sturdy, heavy, muscular                                                  
Yet your strength remains leashed around me

When all I want is for you to hurt me                                                    
You push me away                                                    
But I consent to bleed

To feel                            
The heat of the cut              
The dull pain of bruised muscle
The ragged burn in my lungs            

I need to have a reason                                        
To feel this torment                                                    
To shed these tears                                                            ­

You are absolution
I've been denied