Sometimes we threw punches,
Both verbal and with our fist,
Though the bruises left over,
Whether on our ego or on our face,
Just left fresh memorabilia
To look back on and relate.
Compared to others,
Our lives sounded violent,
Full of adventure
With taking on challenges that
People considered too frightening to approach.
For us, these accomplishments
Were merely new obstacles,
All part of the game.
Modern days seem harder
Where the violence seems to have run out.
I miss the times I spent with you,
The times we fought,
The times we cried,
Games of Barbie where
Broken bits were merely new props
And we never gave up on our selves
But rather forged a new path
Where the dialogue we created was our own.
Sometimes it just builds up here
And anchors me down to a place that I fear,
But I know that all the violence and fun
Of our childhood wasn’t for not.
Even in times that we think just happened
Don’t forget our time together
No matter how different the perceival;
Rather remember that what we did
Was our own without a label