Love & Relationships, Poetry

Our First Fight

our first fight underneath the dark window

Tonight is our first fight
and you are filled
with unsaid words
biting at the corners of your mouth
as you stand firm and stiff, lips pursed.

Tonight, words drip from my tongue
like sap from the bark of a tree
hot and liquid and angry.

Maybe my voice
and your silence
have finally met their match.

Maybe this, us,
was never meant to be.

Maybe I have always loved
a little too loudly.

But I will never apologize
For that.

Featured Image Credit: Viktoria Hall-Waldhauser

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️