Blindsided right between the eyes.
An uppercut to the heart,
A blow to the solar plexus.
I did not see that coming.
The wounds still smart
The purple bruises lay under the skin
I did not see it coming
Nor even sense it was there.
My own blind stupidity.
I think I’ve already fought this fight
100 times or so
It’s boring, goes nowhere.
Build it up and break it down
Find fault point fingers
Never make anything worth holding on to.
I need a new partner
I need to create something new.
Sick of fighting a battle that has no end;