The Games We Play


I’m going to tell you a story

About the day you stopped seeing me

Do you know what it’s like

To be invisible?

Do you know what it’s like to open your heart to someone

who is afraid of blood?

Your ambivalent breath confuses me

So I take matters into my own… thoughts

And I see you fade.

Yet, here I am…

I am the collector of promises you haven’t shared with me yet

And just like roadway tree branches

Trying to join the sun


I was unable to reach you

Your ridiculous attempt to assuage my anger by throwing a lit match into that darkness

Yet, here I am…

You hand me a cup of tea

It turns cold as my fingers touch it

And I wonder…

What kind of sick game is this?

Mj Blasco

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