Our Battles - Maria Mena

Our battles are repetious

if not broken poetry

and maybe that’s the attraction

that you’re as self-absorbed as me You jumped to the conclusion

and landed on my chest

Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I’ll just write this down

with hopes that you’ll understand

I can no longer be disciplined by the frustration of an insecure man

And as I kiss your face you’ll know that

I can no longer apologize for

your former lover’s mistakes.

My past is mine to keep

Who are you to question me???

Perhaps someday you’ll learn

Too bad

it’s not our turn

You jumped to the conclusion

and landed on my chest

Now how am I supposed to make you see.

I’ll just write this down

with hopes that you’ll understand

I can no longer be disciplined by the frustration of an insecure man

And as I kiss your face you’ll know that

I can no longer apologize for

your former lover’s mistakes.