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

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