The Chance

You gave me you're hand.

I let it go.

Wounded

I know she left a mark.
But all I'm trying to do,
Is erase it.

You won't let me.

Crossroad

I don't know if you're coming back.
You don't want to wait.
Why should I?

I made you aware that I don't play games

I am not a dice to be tossed around,
Or a piece you can keep running
Around a course.

If you have a manual, I have not read it.
If you have an objective, you have not presented it.

I have come back. I am standing in front of your strained eyes.

This time, is right now.

Occupy me, or let another player pick my piece.

Break Me

You don’t love. 

You only say you do.

You only pretend. 

And I wonder how you can do that to a person,

A person who would die for you.