To put it mildly.

I was romanticizing life.
they didn't get it.
so we fought.
for hours and hours
about nothing and everything
over hushed tones and over raised voices
in tangents and in tail spins
with clenched fists and creased foreheads
amid irritated strangers and concerned friends
while not making sense and not breaking trends
we fought and fought
our heads hurt and our throats sore
our hearts hurt and our thoughts sour
over and over again
we fought
to no conclusion.
In their defense
on a technicality,
I might have been romanticizing death.
but still, I maintain
they didn't get it.

. . .