Love and War and the Thin Line in Between

Tape. Tape. Where did I put the tape? Scotch. Masking. Double Sided. Clear. 

For I want to tape your mouth shut. 

Sweet wails of sirens ain’t got nothing on your crescendos baby, 

When you hit those high notes that I cannot swallow in that measure

It’s now a tennis match of cusses and regrets;

Of why do ya’s and why dontcha’s

Try to get the ball in the other’s court.

Your words

In a boxing ring with my words

With my heart

And I think I’m going down.

The referee starts to count, 

10,9…

That’s when I think, “Maybe we’ll come out fine.”

Silence fills the void of screams. 

I’m not talking to your ignorant so-and-so ever again

I hate you!

JK

I love you.