when you're not mine i want you all the time
this is a game
i cannot win.
i can play
until i die
but i can never win this game.
i start with you
i place my X in the center space
and i think to myself
"what a great move"
you place your O
right next to my X
and smile
thinking we'll win.
but don't you know
only one person
wins tic-tac-toe.
it's a short game, the one we've been playing.
you make your last move
"i love you"
and that's when i know i've lost.
that's when my heart stops.
and turns cold.
and all the love i've ever known.
grows old.
i gave you my X's and Os
but now it's time for me to go.
my heart has decided.
it's mortifying.
it's always like this
something is always amiss
but this time it feels right
i won't even try and fight
these feelings i have for you
these feelings, don't tell me we're through,
yes heart i'm talking to you.
well anyway I love you
i love you i love you i love you too
your move.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
