Who wins a war?
A poem

She doesn’t like his friends Her reproval never ends He waits for her to leave He actually can’t believe This is happening tonight When he really wanted light And fun. A bit of laughter. It’s too much to ask after All he’s done. She won’t Change her mind, they don’t Find their way, he finally gets That the thing that upsets Her is his will, his power Thrown in her face To earn his space. It’s his right, he thinks As he smokes and drinks His way to what he feels Is his freedom, while she steals Herself for the backlash She knows is coming, his ash Idly falls as he considers his choice She watches the mess, her poise Belies the rage at this boy-man She draws a line; he says he can Do as he pleases, she doesn’t own Him. Their war full-blown He storms out He doesn’t hear her shout He is gone. She has lost. The line finally crossed.





