The Fight

• Posted by: Philip Simons
• Created: February 16, 2017
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There are things that you don’t like to talk about,

So you walk away while I flail and shout.

You say my attitude’s to blame

And that one of us should walk away.

I suspect that it’s a passive act;

You light the fuse and watch me react.

You never concede or admit you’re wrong –

In your tiny world you are God.

You’re so used to being in charge.

I’m afraid you’ll break my heart

Because you never relinquish your hold

On anything; you love control,

I’m tired of the underhanded tactics

So, if you want this win, then you can have it.

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