This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UTSA chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
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.