Temporary Bandaids

A poem I wrote about how my ex and I fought.

Our conversations are the calm before the storm.

 

Each of us making backwards comments taht secretly burn.

 

The storm will be brutal; a revelutionary war.

 

Our egos won't let us bend; that will be our end.

 

The wepons we use are the ice around our hearts and playing our witty parts.

 

His blue eyes never give him away; never show his reaction to our goodbyes.

 

His words are knifes; every sylable a twist in my hearts.

 

His kisses are temporary bandaids that make me fall apart.

 

Why do I feel so smart when I can make him cry?

 

Even though his tears make me want to die.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nirego]

"Why do I feel so smart when I can make him cry?
Even though his tears make me want to die."

That hit home a little - the things we say in the heat of the moment in a burst of one-upmanship can hurt us as much as the person we care about.

[Elissa-Melody]

Very true.

[Nirego]

It's a very well written piece, lots of good metaphors.

[Elissa-Melody]

Thank you :3