Bully

I feel slightly better

Knowing you're out there

Doing worse than I am

I often imagine

That we're back to arguing

Putting each other down

But wanting the other around

What accounts for this bizarre behavior

Why are you holding on to this anger

It could be worse

We're slow

But we do learn

I felt slightly relieved

When I heard

My worst enemy had died

What kind of monster am I

The kind that's still alive