Leave me, you stubborn bitch!
Is that all you got, Mr. Man?
My ears don’t mind your twisted mouth
Can’t you see? I’m not the same!
Bullshit! You’re my loudmouth officer
Always trying to order me around
I can make your ears bleed with my screams, too
I love you and you’re not allowed to die!
I’m just as tough as you
You want to throw down, chicken shit?
I’m way more stubborn than you
I’m tired of your pointless supplications
I’m still here, my gimpy asshole
You owe me whatever’s left of you
Stop fighting, my brave soldier
I have always been on your side
Medicated Words 
Such a pity that love is so often expressed in violence and hatred! There is a point in which fighting is the only thing that seems to make any kind of sense. Death wins in the end, and we strike out to give our pitiful existence some kind of meaning. I definitely can relate to this. I have always had horrible fights and have said the most God awful things to those who mean the most to me, and I love the most. Thanks for your gutsy, down to earth, poetry. It inspires me not to hold back in my own poetry. Speak to what is really there, and have the courage to not look away!
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