A children’s game

Carrie

by Carrie

Story

You picked my heart like a petal of a flower.

If you loved me or loved me not, I couldn’t say

After all, it felt like a children’s game.

One day you loved me and your heart was mine.

The next day you kicked me while drunk on wine.

The other day you kissed me like I was the one.

And held my head softly as I came undone.

Today you were fury, anger, and wrath.

Today you have hurt me

And I cried while you laughed.

Today you have muttered how I deserve to be beaten.

So I took the kitchen knife while you were sleeping.

In your drunk, sleepy haze, you were easy to kill

I will carry the knife with me.

I always will.

-he loves me, he loves me not


Drunk on love

Drunk on love. What a mystical feeling.

Surely, I’d rather spend my day reading,

Instead of waltzing with some mysterious partner,

And try to utter a sensible answer,

Because silence won’t be forgiven.

So I’d let myself be bitten

Into a dreadful conversation,

Which shows my social limitations.

Yes, in truth, I’d rather be reading,

Then to experience that horrible feeling.

© Carrie 2024-06-05

Genres
Anthologies
Moods
Challenging, Lighthearted, Sad, Funny, Reflective
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