Are We A Game
Are We A Game
You are beside me,
I still feel alone.
You judge me,
I misunderstand you.
I keep wondering,
I keep losing my mind-
What you think about me.
I keep on asking you,
You tell me - you don't have time.
I double text you, you are still online.
You promise to message me the other day,
I say, "Ok, fine".
I doubt, "Are you really that generous
Or just pretending to be kind?"
I keep on waiting,
I keep checking my phone.
I see no notification by your name - Alas!
Finally I lose my patience,
I ask you "Are we a game?"
You pull away — call me a pushover.
At that very moment, I feel like -
I woke up with a bad hangover.