Games

And the flickering drew me in, just like you

And so eagerly I burned, burned for you

So invested was I, in this game meant for two

But then I remembered how I hate playing games

Yet I followed the shadows the light brightly drew

The glow then diminished from what you had said

It hurt for a while, all those words that you said

Like daggers they cut me, my innocence bled

I worried my innocence will haunt me, destroy me

I’d crumble in your hands, whose light I once held

But today I found solace, allayed by the calm

Unlike night flickers, suns’ heat stirred me calm

For by morning the purity of hearts lies in dawn

Your face wasn’t spoiled; I like morning circles

And since you weren’t a game, I wasn’t a pawn

Oh, your smile is warm; your eyes never falter

Sun’s light is better than the street lamps that falter

My innocence— coursing— through me, like water

In those moments, the lightness is loving and touching

“Question: how did she feel when the light fell upon her?”

Not a game, not a pawn. That’s the answer.