Sometimes You Just Have to Write About Getting Punched in the Face

I’d rather be punched in the face

than endure the fake smiles,

the winks, nudges, and whispers.

I’d rather you take a hard, heavy hand

and knock out what sanity I have left.

Take a swing, and with it

spill my blood,

externally,

break my bones.

For I’d rather you knock me to the ground

with a direct blow

than prop me up with lies

and devious words.

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