A poetic battle of wits

Was what the reports said

Then he wished me well

Before he wished me dead!

Confident I remained

I refused to be intimidated or scared

"May the best poet win!"

Was what I declared!

This battle finally began

Starting on the Fourth-of-July

An appropriate date it seemed

I'm sure that you understand why

The poetic volley was started

As they both stood head-to-toes

A heated exchange of lines was heard

Reciting their cleverly aimed prose

A swipe from the left

A jab to the right

Poetic expressions

Showing their might

The verbal lashings were fierce

With fiery retorts in rhyme

As it seemed to each casual observer

That this battle could last a long time

For hours it seemed to endure

They raged throughout the night

Until the crack of dawn

Through the first glimpse of morning light

Still this poetic battle continued

Both voices hoarse now and sore

Until finally one poet seemed to stumble

Dropped to his knees on the floor

But even near defeat that poet

Refused to give in and concede

How long this would've continued

Before someone would intercede

Finally someone stepped in and said "Stop!"

"This verbal abuse must cease!"

The battling poets were silent

Exhausted, but finally at peace

This epoch battle of words was ended

But neither poet was truly disgraced

When the champion of poets was declared

The champion poet had been replaced!

(c) BAM

He was upset with me

I had failed again horribly

My failure was damaging my being physically

I was destroying myself mentally

I condemned myself constantly

I was disappointed in myself honestly

He didn’t understand why I was like this

It was the dark emotions I always dismiss that put me in this abyss

He did not understand the way they destroyed me slowly

He did not understand emotions, putting them lowly

He would dismiss these emotions telling me ‘you’re lazy’

But he doesn't know, every morning I wake up, life becomes hazy

His reaction to my failure caused by my destructive mind

causes the destruction to feel more inclined and less confined

able to leave behind a human body unaligned with mankind

This savage cycle

Failures caused by a depression recycle

Failures cause him to be spiteful

Spite causes the human body to become suicidal

This cycle will be the cause of my mind’s ruination with my body’s elimination

You HAD to start.

You just can’t help yourself.

Why can’t you put your thoughts on the shelf.

Why do you talk and ruin it all.

Words coming from your mouth, they will begin a brawl.

I don't want to do this.

You ruin my bliss.

Your voice, all you do is whine.

Please stop, everything is fine.

You can't stop.

Here we go.

Let the mean nasty words flow.

Fill my head with nonsense that only you believe.

All I want to do is leave.

I can't, I have to take it.

I eat it, all of it.

It's all I can do.

Every night, the same story. Crumbs on the bed.

I tell her not to do it and she does it again

Crumbs on the fuckin bed

Crumbs up my ass and itchin my head

Honey, boo-boo, darling, please, no more crumbs on the bed

Shake it off and refrain from doing that ever again

But every night, it's the same

Fucking crumbs on the bed

Telling your favourite person what you really think of them can be a terrible thing.

Confirming their worst fears about themselves. Them confirming your own.

Not knowing how you could ever have liked this person. How you could bear to stand being around them for one minute. The sound of their voice in this moment feels like a knife going through you.

All those happy memories you once shared like a distant memory.

"I always knew..", "you were never"..Everything in the extreme.

I'm right and you're wrong. I know I'm right, but I hate it.

Because if I'm right, then we can never be happy together.

If I can't let it go, this can't continue. We can't.

Too much drama.

Life's too short.