Love is how I get by. I fall, and then I get up, bruised and bloodied, but it is real.

I open wounds for a living.
Love pays me in:
How do I get by?
After the sweats and struggles,
I have a body after all,
And it collapses next to yours.
I laid there for a long time.
I bled continuously.
I forgot you lay next to me.
The people walk by.
They feed me compliments
Because I am skinny.
I tell them I am starving,
But they never feed me.
They say I am to prepare
For the fight.
How tired I am!
My belly squirms.
I fear I may be pregnant
From a fantasy
And the baby will be taken from me
By a handsome stranger.
But I find bread crumbs
Leading me to your shadow.
I turn my head,
And there I hide,
Stuffing my cheeks.
When the sun rises,
You are still lying next to me,
And we are in a ring.
Their eyes blind me.
I cannot see.
I start throwing punches at nothing.
I open wounds for a living.
After the sweats and struggles,
I have a body after all,
And it collapses next to yours.