I tell myself this won't repeat
But that would make a lie of me
My fingers shaking once again
Why is this a burden i have to mend
I punched too hard
My knuckles bleed
On oxygen
My blood will feed
The gloves i had
Were useless, I'm mad
Because they cut against the pad
A punch it was
And now i sweat
Martial arts? Wish i never met.
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Roses Bleed Blue || Poetry ||
PoetryI'm bored Yet my mind is racing My heart Can't keep up with inconsistent pacing I'm panicking They can't keep up with the chase and I'm looking But I can't find my wrist brace and If i were a card I wouldn't be an ace then It's suffocating All the...
