This Game…..

Love is…..
hate is…..
I want to 
hurt you
strike you
beat you…..
oh wait….
guess what
I already did.
Tales told
lives lived 
not what is wanted
persona appears
leading the party.
Hate that shit
hate who you become
clutching 
grasping for attention……
he is not you
he is not the truth.
He is……
what others expect 
may I ask
how are they different?
All still demanding
more 
more 
and more…..
where am I?
Still sitting at the light.
You know
I know
discretion is needed…..
you put yourself in position
rock
hard place
you know 
you have fucked it up.
Loss
of solitude
of love
of happiness
an oasis
lost
never to be refound.
I cannot play this game
any more.
Feb. 20/19
Photo by Clint Bustrillos on Unsplash
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

26 thoughts on “This Game…..”

      1. You’re welcome! I mean yeah, we only know each other on here, we live in 2 different countries, but I do believe we’re pretty good friends by now.

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      2. Just saying! I have come to think of you as a sister.. a little sister.. you’re older than me but, yeah.. 😁🤪

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