THE GAMES WE PLAY

I want to be with you but......
I need to think about it so.....
You want to stop it...CUT...
You need to be real....NO...
Words and warning sign,
Yet we persist on being blind.

When locked in togetherness, the world is perfect,
We fool ourselves and say 'this is real, this is a gift'.
STOP, STEP BACK, look through anothers' eyes,
What was so evasive, just got cleared up, as our own heart cries.
The lies, the truth, the inuendos, the facts,
Only helps to confuse...logic aside, emotions just act.

Kisses once passionate, the words of undying love our tongues spoke,
Intimacy once fulfilling, when over, we roll over, get up...poof...gone up in smoke.
Tests that were never there before, seem all so prevalent,
But when questions are asked....we make it seem irrelevant.
Always available to chat and make each other smile,
Suddenly we have so many things to do, communication will be cut for a while.

Yet we try to hold on, creating our hero, our king, our queen,
Settling for lesser than what was intended....our soul-mate, our dream.
We then question our choices, doubting our judgement, second guessing what is,
Trying to distinguish fact from fiction, logic from emotion, confusing....is this a quiz???
Chances are taken, heart is then open, we say 'it is what it is'..is it?
Wanting that feeling, that ultimate satisfaction of being hit by love..bit by bit.

Fairy tale lives, they say have no place in the real world,
We get hurt, get up, dust off..and continue persuing our goal.
Why is it so difficult to be honest with ourselves in the game we call love?
Only making it more difficult, frustrating, asking unnecessary questions from the Man above.
Hiding, lying, pretending, procastinating, fooling, controlling....
When we only need to know the truth, what is expected....each other knowing.

We then get our lives entangled in a web, undesirable at best,
We beat at ourselves, angry at failing our own stupid egosistical test.
Angry at the world...mostly at the opposite sex,
When it's we ourselves who put us in this -OUR- uncompromising mess.
Heart hardened, scarstic outlook, looking for a better way,
But we suffer our own consequences, pay the price, for THE GAMES WE PLAY