THE GAME THAT KILLS

I meet you slightly drunk already

not caring if you’d like me or not

a half truth

lies I tell myself for protection

two hearts already damaged trying to come together

curiosity

excitement

scared

thrilling

confusing

longing

warmth

addictive high

“the spark” everyone talks about

creates a cocktail of emotions

keeping it all together

there is a circus going on inside my body

spinning out of control

trying to keep it all together

until my cards are shown

and I can’t hide it anymore

I care.

feelings aren’t choices

play it cool

and act unphased

that’s the safe game to play

its easier to squash the bud

before it has a chance to bloom

overtaking the garden of your heart

wild and beautiful

untamed

you started a fire in me

feeling so weak

you felt it too

we were both surprised

you left

you’re scared

where’s that spark now

in my heart or

in my eyes?

one is temporary

the other lasts forever

only time will tell

if it was just the game that kills

Real love lasts forever

worth every heartache

every risk

endures all trials

hopes for the best

rejoices with the truth

no person can ruin

no hatred can overcome

its not a game

it’s the only thing we’re all searching for

some can’t bare the stakes

some leave to avoid the pain

but inevitably

love will hurt eventually

I don’t know what this is

I just know I’m no longer willing

to play the game that kills

the possibility of love

Whitney Virginia Morgan

Written by

freelance writer l English lit major l blogger l poet I student of life Email: whitvmo@gmail.com

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