Theatre Of Pain Poem by Victor Aguilar

My something.
Your nothing.
Performing.
Responding.

You were always right? 'Right? '
That's why we always fight?
You could never be wrong,
was your favorite song.

You're pathetic, lethargic,
Undetermined, lacking logic.
We were arguing, fighting,
now paragraphs I'm scribing.

Guess I couldn't help but fight with you.
That's another day wasted on you.
I'm done with this rehearsal of shame.
Time to star in the Theater of Pain.

'Goodbye? ' 'Forever? ' Piteous? 'Never.'
Numbers change, transformation severed.