Words used like weapons
thrown to and fro
unjust and bitter
aimed not to kill
just to maim and torture
in deep and scarring ways
When did it become so petty?
Always though we were above this
but no, it's low and evil
further down than most dare to tread
I can lie, and say I never meant to hurt you
I wanted to, and succeeded
but it would be a lie to say
it gave me gladness
I want to grow up- just enough
to end these petty fights
but no... I'll lash back
caused you lashed me again
a whip of wit and hate
I could proclaim a martyrdom
but that is much a lie
this rift between us
is as much your fault as mine.

Written May 10, 2005