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.’


Mind blown
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Wow. Great (and rather insightful) poem.
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Thanks Lynn π
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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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Games aren’t fun when our hearts are at stake.
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No they aren’t.
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Nice! I like the playing/game idea.
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wow.. nice!
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Really liked this piece. Powerful last line. Killer!
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Thank you π
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This is brilliant.
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Thank you very much π
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supprbbb…,amazinggggg!!!!!!!
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Thanks Mia π
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loved your poetry π see my as well and tell me how it is π
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welcome π
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good π
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