Fight Night
There is a tyrade of words
unspoken, a cataclysm
of silence and i wish
she’d speak, offer a few syllables
to quell my heart from its own
wallowings of doubt.
But this is war
with every unspoken word a landmine
i stumble over.
Then suddenly, a broken ceasefire–
artillery exploding as insults and blame.
We’re both wounded now, vehemently
exchanging bullets as i wonder
if winning this battle
is losing.
tyrade is my new favourite word. how have YOU been? i got your message and i tried to call you back but your phone went straight to your wacky answering machine. id love to hear from you though. this is beautiful as always. happy writing.
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losing is winning only when it comes to women. Sometimes you just need to let her go. Women are emotional that way. Giver her the time, and the tension is eased just enough to let it all go.
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