Bruiser

when every day you get the wind knocked out of you

and you go almost a whole afternoon without it

and you think

“maybe not this time”

but then I clock you again, right on schedule

 

and I say sorry before I even do it

and you think

“maybe she means it this time”

but the air is already being pushed from your lungs

 

and I have you convinced it’s your fault

and you think

“maybe I deserve it this time”

but you apologizing for my blows only makes me hit harder

 

when the last thing I ever say to you only serves to press into your bruises

 

then we’ll be even.

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