Retaliation

Retaliation is our way of communication.

It's the Love Language left out of the books.

It's a question, it's an answer,

it's a statement on its own.

It's heartbreak hiding beneath dirty looks.

It's giving you a taste of your own medicine.

It's the broken way I say, you hurt my feelings.

It's lessons learned, it's bridges burned,

It's the way the tables always turn.

It's yet another pitiful way I avoid dealing.

It's the icicles hanging in your coldest silence.

It's the steel in your cruelest tone of voice.

You adore me, you abhor me,

You always seem to ignore me.

It's your refusal to ever make an actual choice.

It's the girl you awoke next to this morning.

It's my name on your lips in a stranger's bed.

Anoher text sent, another truth bent,

Another promise with zero intent.

It's how you keep your selfish appetites fed.

Retaliation is a race with a photo finish.

Too close to tell who will be declared winner.

It's ego maintained, bitterness gained,

It's the memory of the loveliest pain.

It's Sunday forgiveness for Saturday's sinner.

It's faceless men I use to keep my heart safe.

It's your name on my lips in another's embrace.

It's dissatisfaction, laws of attraction,

It's the relentless pursuit of distraction.

It's a perfect dive, head first into my disgrace.

It's a childish game of who hits the hardest.

It's a foolish game of who gets the last word.

It's tit for tat, it's this for that,

Passive aggressive, covert attack.

It's every love story gone wrong you've ever heard.