This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UTSA chapter.
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.