About the wrong thing

I have never felt victorious arguing with you

Mostly because you communicate better

Even if I am correct I still feel defeated

The points I make fail to build connection

I want to prove I’m not wrong

Way before I want to see progress

The yelling brings reluctant observers in

The crying draws battle lines

This should be just you and me

He doesn’t matter and she doesn’t care

Why can’t I see in the moment that you matter

To busy hurting with words to show I care

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