Not a Threat It's a Promise

You love to piss me off
Sending me into a blind rage, and
I fall for it, like a moth to the flame
Just remember my fists aren’t soft

The yelling starts, no empty threats
Body shaking, can’t control myself
Tears fall, not sad but pissed
My fist flies…target…hit

I can’t remember a damn thing
Just a black scene, and jumbled words
My hand hurts, and your bleeding
Everyone else previously retreated

You want an apology, I don’t think so
You know you got what you disserved
Next time believe me when I say
I don’t threaten, I promise