Like two children on a see-saw
Our words fly back and forth
Until I no longer see those three pending bubbles
Telling me you have left our play.
Leaving me crashing down, playing alone
While my persona does not allow me to quit
Sitting, hoping something I say will be vile
Enough to provoke a response.
Though this behavior be unsound,
I fear this is the only system
That allows for any connection
Into your life you hid so selfishly.
While our words are violent and venomous,
I welcome it as communication.
It is the communication
I have longed so impatiently to savor.
