New Wounds
to my mind:
we are at war, you and me,
an everlasting exchange of
indults and new wounds
and apologies
that always come just a little too late.
by the time you say
i'm sorry
i have already absorbed the blow.
a new battle scar has risen on my skin.
my body cannot defend itself from you anymore.
and i'm scared a truce will never come.
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