Her version of reality 
Is fighting to get the best of me 
She grabs a hand 
Then pulls it hard so I understand 
Who the top dog is 
And it must be her fervent wish 
To stand appalled 
At all the girls she has enthralled 
With her stony stare 
I look away like I don’t care 
As she burns the bridges 
Climbing over mountainous ridges 
To get to the peak 
But everything she seems to speak 
Is tinged with regret 
As if there’s something she cannot forget 
In the mists of time 
And she wants me to pay for the crime 
She commits 
As she just sits 
Amidst all her flowers 
Revels in her budding powers 
To make hell 
As something that wishes you well 
I could never comply 
And part of me wanted to die 
So I just I sigh
Let the air out of the balloon 
She’ll suck it back in once she’s in the room 
To inflate a sense of self 
And blame it on my mental health 
Or bad strategy 
I remember the year she said to me 
“You’re being so childish” but I couldn’t explain 
So I just let it pour rain 
In her empty field 
I yield 
And let the blossoms bloom 
I toe to toed with the edge of doom 
And my books are on a shelf 
Did she steal them away by stealth 
Or was it the barricade 
That gave her something she could save 
In the melee 
Now she just talks down to me 
Instead of up 
Like it was ever a shade of love 
In the midnight moon 
I just leave when she starts to plume 
Her smoke and feathers 
And there are mountains her ski slope weathers 
In mists and time 
If you leave, I guess that’s fine