Are we game?
Are we game?
You are besides me, I still feel alone.
You judge me, I misunderstand you.
I keep wondering,
I keep losing my mind — what you think about about me.
I keep on asking you,
You tell me you don't have time.
I double text you, you are still online.
You promise to message me the other day,
I say, "Ok, fine".
I doubt "Are you really that generous or just pretending to be kind?"
I keep on waiting, I keep checking my phone,
I see no notification by your name. Alas!
Finally I loose my patience,
I ask you "Are we game?"
You pull away — call me a pushover.
At that very moment, I felt like
I woke up with a bad hangover.