Contusion.

He came, sweet words and a sultry smile,

clenched fists and wild eyes.

He wanted to break down the walls she built around her heart.

She wished he would succeed, but knew it would be damn hard.

She watched as he threw a punch, then two.

She would have taken down those walls herself, too.

But he walked away, as fast as he came,

at the first sign of a bruise.