Arguments

(Feedback welcome! Never written a poem)

It's like a game,
When we fight,
Starting at nil,
Playing all night,
There's often a point,
Where we level the score,
But for you,
It's too hard,
To dismiss anymore.

Badminton,
Or tennis,
Tend to have 2 sides,
One person hits a ball,
The other replies.

That's how it used to be...

But with you,
You hit harder and harder again,
Beginning to bruise my ego... And skin.
You refuse to let me,
Argue my case,
Instead choosing often,
To bloody my face.

Is it your choice?
Or are you hurting like me?
Fighting your anger,
To let me be free?
I tried to leave once,
I tried to walk away,
But your anger erupted,
And you "convinced me",
To stay.

By hitting your ball,
As often as you do,
You've broken it,
Completely,
And utterly too.
It no longer knows,
How to bounce back,
Only to play defence,
Against such an attack.

The difference between a ball and me,
Is the game ends for the ball.