I’ve always been good at playing games.
It all started with Monopoly.
I collected properties faster than a charmer
who’s perfected the art of hoarding torn-up hearts
and putting them on display
as if to say,
“Look at me… I broke two more since yesterday”.
Now that’s not to say I haven’t had my fair share of losses…
I’ve been buried so deep under a fictitious flame I’ve resorted to prayer…
and I’m not even religious.
We’ve all been guilty at one time or another,
for being caught
caring too fiercely for things we should not,
and by the time we realize that the sky
is in fact the limit,
the wings we constructed
from our torn up heartstrings decide that the ground is a more desirable collide
as the destination for our glorified joyride.
I don’t know if anyone ever told you
but cloud nine was never meant to hold anyone up in the night sky
long enough for our signs to align with another’s.
And maybe that’s why all the star-crossed lovers
I’ve ever met
never seem to survive the nosedive
back down to the ground.
I’ve met more than a few people who keep a playground
where their hearts should be.
All the broken and rusted parts
hidden under a new layer of new paint,
because according to our society,
anything with a little variety is with taint.
Watch out for that wet paint!
Don’t you see the lines that the masses are boxing you into?
Being different is your crime
and all the judgement you’ve faced
just sentenced you to a life behind bars…
it’s as if they couldn’t tell just how far back in your mind you’ve been sitting,
as if the greatest prison known to man
isn’t hidden inside your head.
As if this mind-made lockup isn’t casting shade
over the part of yourself
that used to harbor memories of the days when summertime meant holding a buttercup under your chin.
Has been are the days when flowers were a symbol of fascination,
at our age,
their silence shouts apologies
for the lovers who have discovered that an unrequited love
isn’t something you recover from.
I’ve never been good at playing games…
I guess I’ve only got myself to blame.