Your fist barricades me,
Seals the wound I’ve ripped open
You whisper gently
You want to help me.
Your help is not needed, not wanted
I only wished to show you inside
But you sucker punched me
And I stand here
Keeled over,
Wheezing and winded
Eyes glazed over,
You won’t go down without a fight
Even when it’s not your battle,
You send your horses in.
It’s increasingly harder to distinguish
The enemy shades from the ally hues
Blue and red becomes purple
I can’t tell what colour you’re wearing any more
Or whether I’m hurting myself
Or you