12:12 a.m.
monday morn —
bedroom parlour
***
i was free.
"you only did something
to believe otherwise."
yes —
i believed their
taunting words. their
rules of make-believe
chess.
be the predator or
they'll prey on you.
life is a big chess
board. you need to
eat others to win.
be ruthless or you
will lose.
the only biggest
regret in my life,
is having to play
that, their game.
not knowing that
i'm also being
played. a toy i
am, for their
carnal desires.
i should have chosen
the other route.
to be the game
maker.
my life.
my game.
my rules.
***
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Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Poetry"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
