The Debate

She won... handly... by saying nothing.
She spoke... she spoke often...
But nothing she said had any context.
She had no purpose... just spoke.
And to understand this is a new bit of wisdom--
I understand at last... not everyone has purpose
Or a point to what they say... they just speak.

Yet, I thought she had said that there were no danger in drugs
And she seemed to imply that she was a drug user---
It was in the unwieldy way in which she said it---
And I told her I loved her every moment,
And every sentence was wrought with care
For her to improve, and to shelter a person who would make 
A mistake like so. I said I cared about her, and that I wished her well,
Yet she drudged up my past and said,
"You only exist to show people how not to live your life."
Here is what I was going to say back:

"Maybe I was a stupid teenager, who did some stupid things, and expected the world to forgive me, and when it didn't, I wanted to shield it from making the same mistakes?

"Maybe I am an example of how not to live your life. But, you are a bad person. If you have no mercy on me... I've had plenty of mercy on you, telling you I loved you every two comments. And only trying to say, that you shouldn't be arguing with someone who made perfectly valid points."

But our conversation was deleted.
For my love, she hated me...
And I was probably right.
She is one who takes the exact opposite moral position...
And her friend came and said,
"A sex offender making moral arguments, how pathetic."

So, the ballad of the stupid teenager continues.
And my life is not one to be emulated
Because I had a conscience, and went to the police.
And I ended up in jail.
And had love on a woman, thinking she was a drug user---
Of which she said she wasn't, but her unwieldy thoughts could only mean that she were---
That I just didn't want to see her make a mistake.

For the one mistake that could have ruined me---
So I had no hope whatsoever---
Was that of drugs and alcohol.
So... she won the debate, because she hated me every step of the way
And got her entourage to support her.
And I simply loved her enough to say she was wrong.
Because that is the one mistake I hadn't made
And it is the one mistake that could have broken me.
And yet here I am... unbroken,
And with compassion on a two year old in a forty year old's body.