Boxing Love Match

 Round 1
Our love has turned into a battlefield;
No more kisses, no more romance to feed.
You’ve grown to despise my love and its seed.
I’ve grown cold and angry with your lead.
Streams!

Streams of tears and evil words flow.
Each has their team waiting to throw stones;
Throwing stones at each other even through our phones.
Baby, we’re blowing fire; it’s visible in our speaking tone.
Blow!

We’re blowing hatred, fights and accusations.
I could never have imagined we’d be here today presenting each other with afflictions.
Stepping on each other’s toes, full of assumptions.
Full of arguing sessions
And suspicions!

Suspicions keep us awake at night;
We’re no longer know what is right.
Promises have been broken, all right.
We continue to hate each other ‘though we both claim to be tired of these fights.

Round 2
You talk about me with your friends, referring to me as that ‘bitch’.
I see you; I look at you and I think to myself, “Oh, what a snitch.”
Shit!
Excuse my French, I just flinched.
I just had a reflex response to your claims, which mean nothing to me - zilch.
Preach!

Preach, I say; preach what you don’t practice.
Your chances have come and gone with no relevant captions.
You talk as if you’ve always had great affections.
Please! You have no affections but curses.
Cactus!

You feed upon cactus - you’re totally broken down.
Now going around town
Making jokes about me; have you become a clown?
Baby, go on make yourself a fool; I’ll be here wearing my crown.

Round 3
I’ve lost it; I’ve taken the fights on to the social networks.
Trying to get your attention but nothing seems to work.
Lies, rumours and insults are all there - nothing lacks.
I say what I can; I don’t care about the facts.
Cracks!

Cracks are all over this relationship.
Should I even be calling it that because at this point,it feels less than a normal friendship?
Boy, there is no love; not even a single temptation.
I see you, you see me and it seems as if we’ve never had any love foundation.
Sensation!

A sensation touch once there is now gone.
Our sweet love has turned into a bitter song.
We’re now weak ‘though once strong.
But through it all, we still miss each other; this separation is wrong.
Storms!

Storms, battlefields, blows, fights, curses, clowns, cracks, temptations - they’re all wrong!