I know how to take a punch
Dodge it or throw one back
I know how
But I don't listen to my bodies flight or fight response
I ignore it because giving a response seems much more dangerous than taking the punch
The first blow wasn't bad
"You're such a cry baby"
I took pride in that bruise. It didn't hurt as much. Or so I said
" did you gain weight" the second was much harder. The bruise lasted longer gave me a limp. But I still walked
"You'll never be enough" that knocked me to the ground because it came from my own mouth.knocked me out of my breath I forgot how to inhale it broke a couple of ribs gave me a concussion black eyes and cuts.
I knew how to take a punch. But I liked the pain of never enough.
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Don't forget to water the roses
PoesíaPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
