You smiled knowing your message
was one designed to cut me,
in your eyes, strong versus weak.
And you would win for sure.
Peppering honeyed tones with barbs
destined to hurt and destroy,
you’d be victor, rigid versus pliant
And you would win for sure.
Didn’t tear strips with razor blades
but tried to bend and break me,
you’d be puppeteer making me dance
And you would win for sure.
I’d say I’m sorry it wasn’t how you imagined
The game would play, but I’m not.
I found your bubble is self created
You’re terrified I’ll win for sure.
In case you’re in doubt I don’t do competitions
To be popularity plus
Wake up and get past your fears
Life isn’t meant to be a drama
With people playing bit parts
Nor is it how skilfully worn your armour
As you aim for someone’s heart.
I can play the game but I’ve opted out
You can carry it on with someone else
But don’t be surprised if they know what you’re about
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017
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