First Round Poem by Angelica Duardo

First round
How was I supposed to know?
I wasn’t even warming up
When punches started to roll

Your ‘too far’ is just too close for me
So when I say things
I laugh and you scowl at me

You draw the line when I’m just getting started
Then I’m dumbfounded
Not knowing what just happened

You make me feel like I shouldn’t speak
Sometimes, not always
But that’s what makes me want to insist

And there are times when you bore me
But I can’t tell you that
Cause you’ll get hurt then

I love you, I do
But you take things too seriously
Then it’s hard for me not to sound rude

First round is over now
But tears still taste rather sour
And no one’s the winner
No one has lost
But I wonder if tomorrow
Your eyes will be enough