I saw my bruises on my knees sitting naked in the bathtub with the shower on You showed me yours-we matched I was purple where you pushed me and my knees hit the bannister I missed the stairs by that much. You were red and scabbed where your knees hit the carpet when you collapsed when it hit you that you hit me We still hated each other Spitting acid from our tongues We threw words for years-intent to hit But that was the first time Any one of us threw fists in the forms of palms We always talked about it 4AM November morning? evening? night? The hours blur together through slinging slurs of fire I can still feel them on my skin chemical burns-you had a way with words “useless ****” is carved into my forearms and across my chest it will scab over and you will pick it off Eventually With sentences strung together out of decency The honesty I wanted to believe We were throwing punches with our mouths the way the words just rolled out “You’re ******* crazy” just sort of felt like the right thing to say To cut a little deeper than I had to This battle was purely literally Well recorded over facebook chat bubbles-incoming text messages too late-too early phone calls that say: “You’re a ******* liar- I can’t believe this- I love you- come back.” But it hit you that you hit me and my knees were purple for a week