Call it playing games,
Nevertheless, not like this.
Frolicking with my heart,
Is no aspiration of mine?
Only if you perhaps snoop.
Back then it was all flames
You set alight me up
My heart rapidly beating.
I embraced emotions up
Positives vibes we had.
You were my everything
I had pledged fidelity to the empress
Battles we kept charming
Beautiful moments I keep recalling
Some of me hates how soft am becoming.
I really got addicted
Obsession in fact
Buried deep in my feelings
Trying to unravel what I can
Despite leading to the fire from the pan.
Headway seems to be a circular cycle.
Situation gets more confusing
I am petrified am wedged in this abyss
I linger clueless about the next plan.
Yeah…that’s what my traumatized heart twigs.
@Kharl poetry 