Bruised, not Broken

Boldly, yet shyly
Flinging myself
Out into the void
Hoping he might catch me
Only to fall
Hard against the
Brick wall of his intent.
Enticing me
With false desire
But not for me.
Not the real me.
Pressing me
To fit
His image
His ideal
His perfect mold
But I cannot
Will not
Surrender myself
And so he sends me back
Into the mix.