Our Eternal War

Here's another one for ya.
Another angsty tale. But hey, whats better than angsty poetry? I mean...besides NOT angsty poetry.
Anyways. I'm sure this poem might need some explaining...but I don't feel much like going into detail for it will only ruin it. Basically its about a very unhealthy, angry, stressful friendship.
Read on for some angst....


Our Eternal War

We often sit and
We try to
Discuss.
Disgust?
Anger spoken
Fragments sharp as
Glass shattered
Windows, mirrors,
Anything that might
Convey your reflection.

We speak in broken
Language, masked
By feelings, hurt and vulnerable.
We resent everything
About each other, our situation,
The world, this impossible
Friendship. Consumed with rage,
I feel this tense knot
Of internally burning rope
Burn, burning, smoke
Devouring us both.

Arguments,
arrangements
Of harsh words,
Our new form of
“friendly” communication.
I hurt you, a while back,
And every second you
Find an opening in our
Infuriating interactions
You shove my mistakes
In my cold vacant lap.

Most obvious,
To me, is your
Want, your need,
To make sure I do not find
Happiness, contentment,
And most definitely not love,
If it does not involve you.
You would turn the whole world
Against me, a war to my being,
Just to be there as
My only ally.