I wait for the stinging slap
As your hand raises high
You never disappoint

Head reeling trying to not react
I will stay strong
I’ll keep my pride
Silent promises clattering in my skull
“This is the last time-
I won’t be your punching whore anymore”
But like all the vows before
It crumbles with your half-witted apology
“You know I hate hurting you-"
And again-it’s all my fault