Bruise

You will think of me in bad times,
And things will get much worse.
You will think of me in good times,
when your heart is full to burst
and I will force inside
Like an unexpected spike,
that pops every illusion,
throws you from the bike,
leaves you shattered on the gravel
with dirt mixed in the wound,
while you scrape and curse about me,
know I’ll be back soon.

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