Going to War
You and are going to war it seems.
Things have been progressing
towards this inevitable confrontation
where for years we’ve traded verbal barbs
of one form or another.
Your weapon of choice
is to use my own words against me.
That’s pretty clever of you,
to take my weaknesses in order to strengthen your own.
It doesn’t cost you much in the way of energy
and it always hits me where it hurts the most.
For me, restraint is my ally.
You never know what I’m thinking (unless I tell you)
and it’s only when the strain becomes too much
that I finally unleash Hell in your direction.
Whose weapons have hit their mark
when the dust from our latest confrontation finally settles?
Are we evenly matched, comparing scar to scar?
Or are we just as equally divided as we were
before we went to war?
Everything is leading up once again
to where you and I will square off face to face.
Who will emerge the victor this time around?
Will it be you with your petty insults and slights,
or will it be me this time
with my arsenal of honesty, laser-precise?
You and are going to war it seems.
I can hear the drum beat cadence of the battle call
as we gather the tools and weapons in our arsenal.
I have my armor of everyday indifference firmly in place
with a mask for a face, ready for the confrontation.
Bring it on,
I am ready once more.
What doesn’t kill me only strengthens me
even as it eats away at my resolve
to face you in battle once again.
