Romancing-the-Broken

It was you that saved me this time From a moment of desperation But It was you Who said no It was you Who said Stop It was you Who didn't want to try anymore It was you Who broke my heart It was you Who said I needed to eff off. It was him That talked me through it It was him Who said calm down It was him Who would gladly have a "chat" with you It was him Who let me vent It was him Who made me smile It was him Who didn't judge me It was him Who was there To talk to When it seemed like no one else would listen It was him Who I would never be with like I was with you

Boom! Crash! A scream Rings out! Tumbling bodies and Fingers locked in each other’s hair, Who shall triumph in this gauchely maladroit living-room altercation? There are two sides to this story, they say--someone’s fist and another’s well-crafted cheek. A sad story is told in this grappling of heated bodies and exhausted breaths. A tale of too much avoidance of the rules of the game Or a bending of the laws of science. All in all, either side knows they must win. Insipidly, monotonously shaking the floor with their purposeless home-war, general strikes general. Goal-seeking sweat permeates the air. Oh, woe! Oh, Orcus