Strike

You think you can

knock me down

but your strikes

won’t score anything

in the grand scheme.



Spare me your story;

my interest was

long gone when

you split my heart in two.



You can forget about

calling this a perfect game;

I’m not a conquest

you defeated.



You were just

a misguided step

into the gutter.

I’ve now regained

my handle on life.

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