the name of the game

who are you
where are you
why do I even care

do you exist

don't think so

still too young to give up
so pretend that maybe some day

let's face it
probably won't ever happen

i have me, that is the only assurance
i would like more but there is never a guarantee
like to think i will partake in what i see others enjoying
my track record proves other wise

how i look forward to the day i stop caring
no longer feel inferior for being unable to participate
enduring this drought at the time when coupling should take palace
praying for apathy to set in soon
all i can do

if you want it, go get it
i tired
several times
the answer was no

it's different when i do it
i'm a woman
i was born holding the short end of the stick

one foot before the other
then the next
and the next
still there is hope

turns out it's not so easy to kill after all

xx

what a lovely curse, to be a woman
soft and sweet, unable to stand on own two feet
tough and resourceful, alone and resentful.

beauty attracts all the wrong characters
plain fights for attention
both powerless, ultimately it's his decision.

heart feels too much
too many memories
the tiniest details recorded, making it hard to forget:

a love
a betrayal
a hope