F**k this love game

Just how love is a game, over and over again you strike out even when you think you found the one.

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike one)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike two)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike three........your out)

Years after years
Flowers after flowers
(....your out)

Wishes after wishes
Petals after petals
(....your out)

Still no answers
I still strike out

On to number 9
(Strike 10)

On to number 10
(Strike 11)

On to number 11
(Strike 12..... Your out)

I still continue
Still play the game

I pick another flower
Try on love again

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 13)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 14)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 15......your out)

How does this game keep winning?
What am I doing wrong?

.....

Still no answers
I still strike out

Yet I keep trying....

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 16)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 17)

He loves me
He loves me not
(Strike 18......your out)

...... F**k this love game.

Author's Note

Opinions ?
I know I'm not the best writer, but I'd like to get help.

Reviews

[ashesonfire]

Aw, very nice. No one likes to play love games, and we have all been in that situation! Definitely expresses how you feel in this poem. Keep up the good work!

[T w e D e e]

I didn't know if mixing wishing on flower petals and baseball striking out would work well, but I guess it did (:

[ashesonfire]

hahaaha! yes it sure did.

[T w e D e e]

I'm glad so (: and I couldn't tell you where all of that came up, just happened

[T w e D e e]

Just wrote what i felt after losing out on love again