A Game

I hate the game

Of things to say or do

The taboos in which to avoid

I hate the stepping around the other

Not knowing to to storm forward

Or retreat

I hate wanting

Making yourself a fool

When they would never give you the time of day

I hate how my mind bends itself around

Making it harder to forget

Or ignore the pull they have on you

I hate how they go

And I am left to question

To stay or move this forward

I hate this game to find my love

Elizabeth Almeida ©2023