The Usual Poem by Gabe Chavez

Rather lose love then to never know what it's like.
Every other day is just another useless fight, so we, go to different places where we have sleepless nights, then we, go back to keeping it all bottled up inside.
Sometimes, it's never ending, usually it's always failing, can't we see it's - never holding, though it try's to hold us, seems to control us, our daily motions are overloaded by emotions.
the fluid motion of the tongue seems to entice us, the words wrapping around like a teddy with heart seems to invite us ~ to a new place, New world, one we've never seen, one where you're in the middle of a cage in a boxing ring.