The Argument

On my side, I would turn my body heavily just to show my anger

I could hear you breathe while I fight my pride but it’s my cancer

Maybe waiting for you to apologize for my emotions

Never been the greatest in filtering my notions

Should I turn to face you and just admit that

Feed my thoughts with all scenarios til it’s fat

Hoping you won’t sleep and win this argument

I hear you turn again, why am I so unfortunate

Sudden heat closing to my back and an exhale glides on my shoulder

Your hands would wrap my body into an embrace marking this closure

Eyes are closed and my hands finds it’s way to hold yours

Like any argument we had with no loser or winner and no keeping scores