Maybe I busted your lip,

               But your face was in the way of my fist.
You could have moved,
                  so why didn’t you?
I’m sorry your blood trickles my knuckles.
I’m sorry I kicked the door off the hinges.
I’m sorry you were in my way.
                       But who are you to talk?
      You could have ducked.
You could have talked down the brute of my fist.
   But you didn’t. You sweet thing.
You sweet
fucking idiot.
The only wrinkles in your brain are
            results of the cracks in your skull.
You were a pouting puppy,
a sensitive scrape of roadkill.
I was the semi.
You were natural selection.
I’m sorry you
can’t seem to get out of my way.

You hid my keys and expected the night to go your way?
                  Baby, that’s not how the world works.
That’s not how I work.
You were a speed bump to me.

Baby, i’m sorry. You gotta forgive me. You’re lucky I still love you, you know that?

You know that.

       I’m lucky to have you.

I hit you because I love you.

That’s what love is.

I’m sorry. Are all of your efforts this angry? Do you want me to hate you? I chased you down the hallway.
You slipped on the carpet and I pinned your wrist to the floor. 

I made you breakfast. You’re telling me you don’t like bacon?
I shouldn’t have done anything then.
Blame a man for trying why don’t you? See, this is our problem! Kindness doesn’t work on you.
You never learn your lesson. You see my fist cock back.

So move.