is it bad that every bout,
I have to ask myself, do I want to win?do I want to see their face,
shatter into sadness?do I want to feel that horrible feeling,
when I walk myself into the winners prison?do I want to grab that medal,
off another person throat?do I want to tease someone,
so close, but too far away from the prize?do I want to smile and say,"good bout"
knowing that it was only good for me?winning is only ever good if you want the prize,
and I don't.instead, I
trip, letting you get miles awayinstead, I
parry to low, getting hit in the maskinstead I,
get stuck, staying in a lungeinstead I,
start talking, distracting myselfinstead I,
close my eyes, drifting to a land far, far awayinstead I,
let you win.
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YOU ARE READING
now, we write
Poetrythe words they flood into the hollow spaces of your brain. the words they flood into the hollow spaces of my brain. now, we write.