She said it to me often.
After every joking name she called me, every
accidental elbow to the side.
After every scratch and every bruise.
After every accidental blow to the head i took from her,
a 'You'll get over it' was coming quick.
I called her abusive.
It was our little joke.
We would laugh.
But my hearts broken now...
I'm not laughin...
and i can't...
'get over it'
chris ortiz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-ll-get-over-it/
