Game Over

Game Over

A Poem by FrikinFrancesca

What happened wasn't a mistake,

I lie in bed and think about it, keeping me awake.

I want to push it out of my mind,

but it's present and refuses to be confined.


I don't know what it meant.

If it was your intent or a little piece of torment.

The wounds are open again.

Making a comfortable place in the back of my brain.


A little confused and a little alone

I try to solve the pieces of the puzzle on my own.

But, I don't know how.

Because it's something you won't allow.


The game has been over from the start.

When the play got cruel and you started to mess with my heart.

Checkmate.

I fell for the bait.


© 2011 FrikinFrancesca



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There is not enough context for me to engage with the words.

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