K.O.

sometimes love comes around.
and it knocks you down.
to the point where you cant just get right back up.

you start the fight feeling fresh, rejuvenated even.
all the possibilities seem like endless opportunities for a win.
you have your hands up and you feet are moving quickly across the ring.
you are dodging blows left and right feeling like...
all the power is in your hands.
so you let your guard down for a split second.
because you foolishly trusted in your own juvenile wisdom.

BAM!
right across the cheek.
you shake it off and get your hands back up ready to deliver a mean left hook.

BAM!
you take an uppercut to the chin.

your teeth make a loud cracking sound as the bottom row slams against the top row.
the room starts spinning.
your vision goes in an out.
you fall to your knees.
you think you have the strength to come back up.
but then you think back to those empty promises.
those nights you sat up waiting alone...
and no longer can you hold onto the last strand of false hope.
you no longer have the strength to pursue.
so you collapse under the pressure.

never thought you would fall for her/him as hard as you did.
but it happened.
you fell hard with a smack as your barely alive body slammed down onto the ring.
bruised, bloodied, and broken you go down.
love came around and not only knocked you down
but kicked you, beat you, raped you, tortured you, and damn near killed you.
all that's left to say is congratulations.
your opponent has won.
say goodbye to your friend.
for you will never love again.