Games
I'm getting sick of thisThis back and forth
And on and off
And am I just a tool to you?
Just a bookmark
Or a placeholder in your heart?
Waiting for the right one
To take you away
To save you the way we know I can't?
I'm sick of this
You're silly little love games
What am I doing here?
And do you really care?
Do you love me?
And why won't you call me back?
I know you think I'm
Just some little girl,
Just a child in the grown world
But I'm older than you think I am.
Older in my mind than you may ever be.
I'm not a child,
Not a chew toy,
Just a person with a heart.
So I'm sick of this
You're annoying indeciseveness
So I guess I'm going
Far away from here.
Gonna grow up without you,
or your fucked up heart games.
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