legends, myth, and historyMature

a collection of some of my older poetry.

It's called bitterness.

I'm doing it again -
fighting that which 
I cannot escape,
cannot ignore.
Fighting you.
It's pointless, I know,
but some days
I wake up knowing
I need to struggle
with or against you.
Usually against,
since with is so hard for you.

We've got so much to fight for
and you just turn your back.
Sometimes it's easier that way

The End

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