We battle
we swipe
for hours
upon hours

We battle until
showers fall
upon the flowers

It always ends
in sweat and tears
it's sad to say
this had been
happening for years

My friend once told me,
"he loves you so much,"
I don't think so,
if he loves me
why would he
battle so much?

Then again,
maybe she's right
After all,
what's love without
a little strife?