Im Trying To Figure It Out...
I'm always mad at you
and I dont know why,
and I hate how we scream
and how we fight...
I cant let you go,
but we're always on edge;
no matter how bad the fights
it's always, "Are we still friends?"
So what can we do?
How can I make this stop??
I know this sounds insane,
but you were always my rock.
No matter how bad my days,
no matter how down I felt,
all I had to do was come to you,
and you always helped me out.
And now that you're gone,
and at the same time, there?
Its like we talk and listen
but neither of us hear.
We still joke and we laugh,
but things come up and its gone.
We fight to no end,
with our verbal pokes and prods.
We used to love each other,
and now we're full of resentment,
but the funny thing is,
after fighting, we feel contentment.
Crazy, I know,
maybe thats just our way,
fighting lets our emotions out,
then the anger fades...
You say Im a Bitch,
I say your "Soldier" dont fit the bill;
You call me a whore,
so I say "Go to Hell"...
An hour later, we call back,
to apologize.
You say Im not a whore,
I say youre just the right size.
Then its back to joking,
but you know what?
I still dont remeber why we fought
So I try to figure it out...
And come out with nothing...
I'm always mad at you
and I dont know why,
and I hate how we scream
and how we fight...
I cant let you go,
but we're always on edge;
no matter how bad the fights
it's always, "Are we still friends?"
We seriously need to figure things out...
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