fight me
blame me
argue with me
it won’t change a thing
it is what it was
the time gone awry
we needed to heal
lick our wounds and think
consider what was left
and what was torn apart
time is selfish
it makes us who we are
we cannot amend, but we can append
we can make it better
or let the worse turn us to ash

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad