DOMINIC BERRY HIT You let me cry. I opened my fist. Can’t lash out when I’m not being hit. I know that I’m a bad man now. You tell me often enough. I tell myself that. When I cried I could open my wrist But now I’m bandaged I can’t mess you up. You know you’ve got a pretty face, I tell you often enough. I tell myself that I can still be your best mate, And not punch those who’d beat my head in, Read new stories in old bruises, Not be sorry after. Don’t be Sorry for the broken plates, Don’t take my cold, recycled temper. You could be a one-night sponge and Not be sorry after. Don’t be. Back to TUT Samples Back to The Ugly Tree The Library