Tell me: when the blow fell
when the hammer struck the cosmic anvil
were you expecting it?
Did you see the hand rise up, or the hammerer within?
What some had called mutual (as if they could tell!) wasn't.
What some had called lovable-- well, they can have it now, if they want it.
Tell me you changed your mind--
that you decided sucker punches are overpriced.
Or did it come out sharpening (to a razor point)-- product of a dozen blows unseen?
Do you ever feel I'm twisting your pain,
doubling it over till it looks you in the eyes?
And then telling you there is nothing here to gain,
when there clearly is something I'm getting from all of this.
Did you think I called it mutual?
Well, that's the story I tell to justify the blows that fell.
Tell me how you felt when the blow fell.
Tell me, I'm headed there myself: where the hammer meets the anvil.