our game

sometimes i wonder
if it’s time to throw in the towel
between you and i
it’s always and i
forget my gloves at home
every single time
too scared i’ll break something
i can’t fix
i try to dodge
yet somehow a perfect
uppercut lands on my jaw
senses out of order
i want to reach for that towel
so stark, so white
but i grit my teeth
and keep in it
hoping you’ll get tired
of our game

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2 thoughts on “our game

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