Fifteen Rounds

Eating lives as I crawl and wish for new oblivion,
It made sense to peel the skin from finer things
Knowing how it hurts to breathe.
With bullets of bone I gave Adam back his rib.

I loved once if I ever did,
Atleast that's what I tell myself.
She stormed off like summer rain
That dies from the sky down
Conjuring ghosts from asphalt.

I know I murdered us both.

The only thing that gets easier with age
Is swallowing the final chapter
Like a story you never told.

Your dignity becomes a witness for
The beatings you took
Knowing the sole reason you keep it
Is because you fought anyway,
Blinding as many as you could
With a shimmering defiance.