The Spat

And in a moment, of greatest ferment

a scathing comment caused my torment

An unkind word that I’d foolishly heard

though spake by a nerd, makes me feel like a turd

My mind goes dormant, fleeing the element

of final discord, that falls as a sword

betrayed by a word all chance of concord

Rending the friendship into a mere blip

an untimely slip of relationship

Creating a hoard of dissonant chords

in the end I see, love that will not be

Apparently agreed, one of us is freed

our happiness seems to weigh much less

than the awkwardness caused by this mess

So, lonely I’ll be, lest love compromise me

 

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