Poetry Tuesday: Rejection

It was a tin doll house you gave me and when you
assembled it your hands bled
and I knew you loved me.

This is how it was presented to me, love was;
it made me envious to watch the blood drip,
to taste the salty, metallic mess.

Your blatant skin and smoky eyes led me on.
You followed me everywhere.

But when I asked, you said no.
I pushed and inquired if by no, you meant no.

You spit, you tucked in your shirt, and you nodded.