It’s almost like she wants war
And if she does the fighting will soon be on her door
Forcing it’s way in if she likes or not
Because war has many casualties
Friendship, interest, love and enjoyment
But most important, peace.
For a while she will try to fight back
To continue the very thing she started
The very thing that I have patiently being enduring
Waiting for her to grow up and stop
But as the nights grew longer & the days shorter
My patience grew thin
And as she started hacking into me about missing part of a class
I decided there and then.
War had been declared
If that’s what she wanted, I would give it to her
I will wait patiently
Working away against her slowly
Doing the things she hates, precisely
Until in her frustration and her anger
She will realise the foolishness of her ways
And reminisce over those wasted days
Her anger would turn to sadness
As she realised what she had inevitably caused
Her tears would form a pool in which she sat
Wishing away about what if she could have just changed this
Or changed that.
And so I would win.
My victory still a victory
But empty and meaningless
As I had achieved nothing through this war,
Except to express my disgust at her even more.
Whatever fragments of our relationship would be dead,
Lying cold on the ground, bullet in the head.
Other friendships would limp away
Their injuries a result of being caught and forced into the crossfire
The crossfire between two who had once been friends
But were now enemies.