Apologies

If I have to hear that word

leave your lips again

I will most likely scream,

or faint, or maybe just

implode under your ignorance.

Maybe your mouth should be locked

so we can avoid any further injuries

that your tongue always seems to form.

Or maybe I should realize

how bad you are for me

and take it upon myself

to run away from the tragedy

that I seem to love so much.

Because I don't think I can

make it through another miserable

struggle or raging combat.

You let loose the words that

wreck my soul and I can feel

myself falling a little further

as they hit without warning,

tearing through my freckled

flesh and quivering veins.

You start with my 'broad shoulders'

'Sorry'

Then move to my 'disgusting stomach'

'Sorry'

Down to my 'hideous thighs'

'Sorry'

Back up to my 'feeble heart'

'Sorry'

That word isn't enough.

It's like putting a Band-Aid over

a bullet wound.

They bleed through the layers,

never really healing, just hiding

under fresh skin

until you decide to attack again.