Limitless

You can
push me

And you
can pull me

But don’t
expect me

To break
apart

For I’ve
got tenacity

And
durability

Down to
a fine art

Outbid

Don’t
give
up,

The
email
reads,

You can
still get
what you
want.

Only an
automated
response,

I
believe,

Could
be so
nonchalant.

Acrimony

Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.

Nobody wins.

Match Point

Please,
ignore
me
more and
more
each day.

For you’re
only succeeding
in pushing me
further
away.

Please,
glower
at me
more and
more
each week.

For there is
only so long
I will turn
the other
cheek.

Please,
isolate me
more and
more
as time
goes on.

For we’ll see
who emerges
victorious,
when all is
said and done.