I tried my best to get out of the way
Of his anger, which was taught to be love,
But the blows did not stop coming that day.
The moment struck me, jolted me to say
That he had gone too far. I was being tough,
And it was my best try yet. “Get away
From me”, I yelled. “Your behaviour is depraved.”
Hearing just insolence, not the pain, he shoved.
Then the blows did not stop coming that day.
After the shock there was nothing in my brain.
Just drained with shame, on the ground. To rise above
I tried giving my best. Out of the way
Of happiness, I had stumbled. To my dismay
My chosen knight was a boxer in gloves
Whose blows did not stop coming. On that day
I knew my mistake. The day after I lay
With him. He was sorry. I believed his bluff.
I try my best to stay out of his way
But the blows may not stop coming today.