The Game Poem by Lors Dilouley

ring around the rosie.
you hand me the posies.
do i look grateful?
as if you would take note.
'your smile is enough.'

but i think you
know, my time clock
isn't ticking.
my wheels are stuck.
they spin caking brownied mud
in your hair in your face in your eyes.
but is see that they look away
glance away
once again from meeting mine.

why are we shy?
but this boy acts so arrogant.
to impress?
to redress?
i command an answer!
but it's my demeanor to converse,
when it's yours just to long
and wait. and spend the long longing.
i wish it were all in the open.
i hate to wonder
if wondering's all there is.

i try.
can't you see i try?
oh, how i strive,
my sweat and tears...
look at my defeat.
face it for me.
i know you would.
you're not so arrogant.
kind, caring, gentle.

i don't know if my core
takes you in.
i left it up to Him.
but there's no one else.
you must know, there is
no one else.

gosh, i don't even know for sure.
is it me you love?
you've never told.
my engine runs again,
clock ticking
to make myself important.
and i spatter you with
your own homemade treats for me.

how badly do i hurt you?
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don't you know i don't want to?

and i'm trying to make you happy by faking it while remaining unsure. in the end you're hurt and i'm still confused.