this is the battleground of exaustion.
aren't you tired already?
my hands are sore.

stop trying to wrestle me to the ground.
you can't ignore the sexual tension.
the intercourse of anger and nostalgia.
beat you. I want to beat you.
pour the lost love out of you.
where did it fucken go.
I feel so human. Covered in blood.
all I want is an answer.

no no. not your confusion.
stop trying to make this about me.
I know I have done nothing wrong.
fists. all I am is fists.
grabbing your hand. don't let go.
you've covered me in bruises
but I still can't feel you.
how our words are spears.
I keep throwing at them, hurling them at you
but I still miss.
and all you do is aim and I feel it
pierce me. you don't even know where you're going
but you hit the target.
STOP FIGHTING ME! you scream. STOP BEING ANGRY! STOP HATING ME!
but I don't hate you! I JUST WANT YOU TO FIGHT BACK!
don't give me your excuses! HIT BACK! HIT ME BECAUSE I'M A GIRL! HIT ME BECAUSE I'M YELLING AT YOU!

look me in the face. hit me in the eyes. I look at you because you turn away from me. cheap shot. who taught you how to fight? this is not about who wins. this is about who has more skill. (meaning I had more will).