My first battle "rap"; Love vs. Love

Take It Or Leave It,
Call me arrogant
Because I felt like it.
I challenge you to love me with
the same kind of music.
You love me, you love me
And I'm devoted to the artform
More interested in praising
Than giving you the strong arm
I'm the hold steady
You're the rocking ship
I think the gods first named
you under the title:
Integrity is Bullshit
You're the wishy-washy
I'm the tub stopper
I've loved you more than
your poppy and your doting
grandmother
Test this devotion
Float some oil on this water
Check the temperature and
tell me if I'm ever tepid
fodder
I will provide you with none
Give you powdered flour for
your gun
Fill your bullets with sugar
And then you try to hurt someone
Try me, try to break down this
façade
The so-called wand that you
wield when you
called it a mirage
I know you fell for me,
And I know you remember
when you got up
Your knees were bruised from the impact
and your head was concussed
I couldn't have given you a
cushion if you'd stuffed me
with feathers
but I was gathering
affection
as you blew oxygen
on a fire that was a mere
apparition
I can't be blamed for a boat
when what you wanted was
a house
Mine was just as good
but you had to know I'd paddle
out
I loved you for the infinitesimal moment
that we had, but that passed
That doesn't mean it wasn't valid
Some things weren't meant to last

Explanation

When they ask, I will say "irreconcilable differences." The novelty of using the phrase appeals to me. I never knew what it meant until now. I'm fond of toying with my personal tragedies, making them all the more alluring. To the naked eye, it is just another sorrowful tale. For me it is drama. Theater of life. The tragicomic way that I draw out my grievances. Everybody is a writer. Everybody is an artist. What do the corporate blanks do in their free time? When the winding gears, the winding gears come slowly to a halt? This is when art beckons me. I want to do something creative. Make something colorful, weave something beautiful with my hands. Something light and iridescent like a bubble suspended on a spiderweb (something my dad just remarked about outside my window.) Art is beautiful, life is sadness, Art = Life (as Inside Out taught me) so sadness equates to beauty. I'm making my break-up beautiful by putting it into song. So this passage, this passage, this passage is my song. I'm making art out of life.