we both slaped

we site in our chairs facing each other.
each take a turn to hite one another.
but this time it was not our hands that
spoke but our voices that were like a hundred
lions roaring with all of there might.
the voices that were coming out of our mouths
were full of defence and full of hatred for the others words.

why we do this to our selves we will never know.
so we sit there in our corners crying because of
what i truly could mean in the end.
we sit there testing each other
to see what the other will do
just to make shure that they really will
do what the other says that they will
do.
so we site miles apart. just waiting for
the others response. ready for any thing
we wait. hoping and praying
that this is not the end.
it is folish to keep on doing this we
say and slowly we inch our way back into the
middle of the room and stair just waiting for the other
to say or do some thing.

we both have drawn blood but nuthing like this.
we both laid powerfull blowes to the heart that we
gave each other. realizing only to late that one day
this pice will stop beating if we keep on like this.
i do not know why or how she dose it but hers
never did stop at least not for a long period of time.
not like mine. mine did once for almost a day
but it hurt to badly to know that i was leting some
thing that i had so dear and so close once just
simply die because i was to stuburn to realize just
what i had in my hand. a pice of an angel. some say
that that is worth millons just to have a hair but i
have or perhaps had both.

one day i hope that she will forgive or perhaps it is
one day i will forgive myself for being the foul.