Trapped In The Margins

Desperate to be loved, by someone, by anyone

Willing to play mind games, hoping the most fragile part of you won’t be broken.

Thinking love is a game to be played and people are not human,

Just conquests meant to be conquered and nothing more.

Traveling to the ends of the earth for someone that won’t even cross the street for you.

Giving every part of yourself to someone that you thought was yours,

Only to be reminded that “this isn’t serious babe, you know it’s just a game.”

Desperate for the touch of the person that sets your soul on fire,

yet is the only person that can douse the flames.

I’m just tired of playing these games.