Thursday, February 23, 2012

for RB, because I know he cares...

♥ Let's play chicken, see who gives up last
We'll see who can play the better role of martyr
     but I know I will 

I'm not frightened by the tell-tale signs of immaturity
Or by the way your voice gets so loud so quickly

Endure - it's what I was taught to do

And I'll let you smooth things over 
     only to get upset with you again about something with no significance
And maybe this time you'll grow a pair and not accept my apology
     but I know you will

Although I blind myself to your dysfunction, I can feel it
     every time you say "we can work this out"
Sometimes I even mean it when I say we can
Sometimes it's even funny to see how hard we try
     to maintain something we're both in so half-assedly 

We exchange whispered and tepid I Love You
     these words nothing but forced from our mouths

So, yes

This game is set up for me to win
     since at everything else I lose


  1. amazing writing I want to be like you when I grow up

  2. Beautiful wordplay. The use of dichotomous statements drives the emotion underlying the protagonist. Desperation combined with complacence is something that many experience, but evoking the feeling in writing is not easily accomplished. Here it is wonderfully portrayed, even suggesting the manic ups and downs that is part of this kind of situation.

    Very well written. Thank you.