I thought I was up for a change,
but that is what I get for thinking
again.
Two tons of pressure
threatens to break my shoulders,
as you strangle my throat.
It is all a game.
“Tapping out” transforms into my nails
clawing your hands
and trying to bruise your ribs.
Luckily, my battle marks are gone,
the physical ones only linger a few weeks.
Can anyone tell me if the mental gashes still exist?
It is all fair,
because I fight back.
I have one hundred pounds backing
my fast-running mouth.
You have how many?
Oh yeah,
you’re twice my fucking size.
Tear me down, big man.
I’ll take it,
and tell you that you are
special.
Author notes
When you care for someone, can you also dislike them?
Torn in two,
I still care for the person I fight with daily.
He is always going to somehow be in my life.
I can feel it;
a love beating harder than our fists.
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You should send me a message.
Because I am forever out of the loop. -
"When you care for someone, can you also dislike them?"
Oh lordy, yes.
So.. it's kinda weird.
I signed on to MSN, and suddenly had the feeling you had something new for me to read.
I didn't expect to actually be right, though... especially right by 15 minutes. o.O;
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Yeah.
It was a bad morning.
I've made a new friend though, and it is amazing.
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