Comic relief

My head is beating my heart to punches
I didn't know were left in the fight.

Time permitting,
I will heal from all the words you haven't said yet.

I wish to god,
anyone else who cares to hear me
that you weren't walking down a different street

It's not your fault baby
You aren't to blame for my running makeup
No one is but me

But tell that to my heart tonight
as it breaks under the pressure
of what my mind tells it to believe.