Blister

When i'd start to feel i wasn't here
she'd kiss me and i'd re-appear
i miss her... no-
i miss the love we had
all cos i mistook her for a punching bag
& now my shame has formed a blister
who spoke first? i dont recall
the faster you run, the harder you fall
so once my ego burst
i loved her everything and she was all
it just felt sometimes like she yearned to be conquered
so we'd argue if love should be earned or just sponsored
then she'd push me when i pulled away
was a misguided fool, just a fool today
and i miss her... no
i miss the hope to grow
all cos she boobie-trapped my mistletoe