Ready or Not

I thought I had waited
long enough
For this
or what I thought it was

So many years of watching
what I thought
I saw
What I thought
I wanted

Love.

They call it love
this game
of hide-and-seek
of cat-and-mouse
of lonely nights
and suttle fights

Of loss and like and war.

And so I fell
-so hard I bruised-
into this pit of drama

of who-likes-who
and
doesn't

this stupid shadow of
a slight reflection
of affection

But in the end
I did not win
instead I broke
twice and again

For in this game
we all will lose
or at least will
bleed and bruise

Some think they have it
but do they?
Do they?
Do they really ever know?
No.

I think not.
As I rot
in this round of pain
and acid rain.

Cat's game.





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