"I'll hit you."
"Stop it."
and there it begins
Hitting You with words that I would prefer to be kisses
Intolerance to real emotion that provokes those awful feelings
You hold my arms above my head as I try to break free,
free in the sense of movement,
You smile at my struggles,
yet You do not use Your full strength for fear of hurting Me in Our fighting quests of affection
Alienation in this new generation accepts short term gratifications as the realist form of relationships
I have no preference for titles and demonstrations of chivalry
Those niceties have the tendency of being for show
They become but part of Our repertoires
Take one, Take two, Take three and four,
Watch Us and We'll give you more
Your friends, My friends change us too
Negating facts do not make them true
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