Childish Poem by Cris Ben

You say I'm childish-

when i told you I got hurt the first time your mouth gave me a curse
I was dumbfounded even by another goddamn profane slur.
There's not even a tinge of holding back and or thinking
whether how i would feel about you desecrating.
Now, let me phrase to you the pain
the moment my respect turned into disdain.

It hurt like an innocent child got bitten by a seemingly beautiful creature
of vibrant scales, hue-filled eyes and graceful slithery nature,
which he thought wouldn't bite at all, but to his awe,
charged violently with terrors around its open jaw.
Your words hurt more as if they're plunged deeper deeper and locked on
with life-sucking venom coursing through blood, veins, bones and so on,
lethally burning my inside. The feeling I suddenly recalled from when i was young-
the taste of a shot of my daddy's moonshine i thought would make me strong.
It scorched my tongue and down the throat and yes, childishly crying
because I thought i swallowed an ember blazing
from my mouth to my chest. I thought I caught fire in a moment
and then again you didn't stop there, never wasted a moment.
You just had to be certain it is a sure kill for me.
You let loose your bullets of screw you's angrily,
like a series of fires from a steadfast machine gun.
You pulverized me well until I was left with none.
And, I thought it would never end, even beyond my wishful 'please stop here'
somehow you heard me or might as well have read my fear...
Yet you grinned and teeth to grenade pins, you made them land at me.
You blasted and burnt me again. But, this time, with your 'leave me! '
That final blow was when I knew the war was over.
It sure got me mangled and dead spot on right after.
I heard peace in a way it shouldn't be heard-
Your resonating words vanished, nothing, not a word.
Everything was silenced by the fact that indeed It is over.
But you know I didn't want it to be over.
Thus, even in this empty space and static noises surrounding me,
God knows how I still tried to mumble words for the last time, remember?
Still clinging onto that friendship we used to have, real and young as ever.
I said sorry like murmurs from subtle and earnest supplications,
but, like prayers in battlefields- got devoured by the sound of firing ammunitions
and sad echoes of poor souls' raw and tragic cries
that never reached their homes nor their waiting allies.

I cared and tried to salvage every bit of our friendship
and you say I'm emotional and
childish.