We are eternally trapped in this.
A battle for the kings.
Who will win?

Forever fighting your words cut me.
Deeper then knives.
With each passing second you become stronger.
Hurtling those weapons at my heart.

I used to be able to dodge them.
But you got better.
Your aim, more accurate.
More strong.

Time is passing,
We're at opposite ends again.
I used to be winning.
You used to lose.

Now the tables have turned.
We are hurtling words at each other.
Fighting against each other.
Hurting who we used to love.