Five minute fights.

let it break
bleak
sink in
weak

wreaking
me slowly
consuming
wholly

i give in
get out
or is it
another round about
little trait
i dont understand
makes it hard
to hold your hand

bending
with patience
blending
infatuations
of things
not yet
understood
touch wood

so far
so good
so shut the door
shut my heart
get out
live without
us or we
cant see
eye to eye
but are angry

the battle grounds'
alive awake
ready to take
everything we've got

you're slipping
i'm tripping
the sky's black
under attack

i didn't see it
you didn't feel it
is it over?
dust settles over nothing.

"little fight"
we overhear
"alright?"
we're near

the smiles escape
and love...
the battle ground
has gone underground
like a distant memory.
forgotten story.


push aug 2010