Written by Jacob Ibrag

She wants to play games featuring

power struggle through dating. It’s all

good and fun until it eventually isn’t.

It gets to a point when we start to plot

against one other. ‘I’m tired of all that,’

I’d tell her, yet it isn’t enough and she’ll

want to keep playing. I am done though,

finished. Raising my white flag, she wins.

Casualties, just one. ‘Our relationship.’

Photographer Unknown


24 comments on “Fun

  1. anaidawrites

    Mind blown

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  2. Wow. Great (and rather insightful) poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. This reads like an unfriendly game of: “Oh no she didn’t!” I can see why you would eventually lose the plot. Ouch!

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  4. A @ moylomenterprises

    Games aren’t fun when our hearts are at stake.

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  5. Nice! I like the playing/game idea.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Really liked this piece. Powerful last line. Killer!

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  7. This is brilliant.

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  8. supprbbb…,amazinggggg!!!!!!!

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  9. loved your poetry πŸ™‚ see my as well and tell me how it is πŸ™‚

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  10. Great blog😊 could you check out my latest blog, you could be featured in it! Thank you πŸ™‚

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