You’re like a bruise
I can’t help but poke
A scab I urge to pick

I swell up, turn red
even grow horns

Smoke comes off of skin
my tongue no longer
the same tongue as yours

I roar, growl
prepare to attack
I will not be satisfied
until there is blood

This is Sparta!
This is war!

Everything is on the line
right here, right now
This is all or nothing

I smash,
stab
shoot
I destroy.

Big and mighty
with all my strength
I tear down your vulnerability
trust & respect

My ego is merely dented
I ensure total annihilation of yours.

Justice is served.

After I feast on the offerings
you so graciously left at my shrine
I then come down to size.

Small,
insecure
and drained.
Oh, what a day!

I run to your arms for the embrace
I so desperately need
there is no warmth
only contempt towards me.

Like a confused puppy
I attempt to nestle onto your chest
Only to be met with resistance
this isn’t the same nest.