A poem: the battle of him and me

He wants it quiet. I like it loud.

He prefers himself. I crave a crowd.

Listen to the battle of him and me.

 

He needs attention. I create it all.

He wants to know what’s real. While I just feel surreal.

Sense the battle of him and me.

 

He likes his sauce red. I much prefer brown.

He always shops for stuff. I prefer to verb and noun.

Articulate the battle of him and me.

 

He wants it every day. I’m more like once a week.

He’s pret-a-porter. I’m much more boutique.

Wear the battle of him and me.

 

He can forgive. I can judge and blame.

He sleeps with calm. I lie awake with shame.

So maybe this battle’s between me and me.

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