Games that are about to Travel

A Poem by Younge Writer

My hair roars

As I turn around aggressively

I verbally prance on you

Because you're tearing me up inside

You say you want to be with me

You say you love me

But I'm like a slot machine that you play on your own terms

I want to be with you because I love you

But lately I've been wanting to play Russian roulette

What do you want from me

Why are you playing with my heart like a broken violin

That can't be fixed

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!

Because I'm about to aboard the black train

That's going to be taking me on a lonely journey

On a railroad track to the middle of nowhere

I'm standing here at the plat form

And any second I'll be taking my first steps on

So decide quick

Because you're about to loose me forever

And once I'm gone

There is no turning back