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This summer I played a game
of Crazy 8s.
One of me, 8 of them.
The object:
- Play well with others
- Don't "play" others
- Keep your head above water.
This was unfamiliar territory, but
I welcomed the challenge
as I was new to
receiving attention
(or at least THAT much).
I made no promises
(which I thougth was fair)
because I only wanted
to be happy.
I think that some thought
it was a competition;
A different type of game
with a different type of outcome.
But I didn't want a fling;
Either friendship
or something tangible
with potential.
1 remembered summers ago
2 because we were first
3 just a new toy
until 4 gave me insight.
5 worshiped me as a goddess.
Although that may sound tempting,
with every religion
there's an extremist....
6 wanted to take up after 3
but luckily I ran into 7 --
an old friend
whom I will never forget.
Then there was 8,
an unlikely match
and friend of 2 and 6.
That was the twist....
But he was someone
who was tired of the game
(of lies and flings)
as was I,
and so I quit the Crazy 8s
for THIS crazy one, instead.
And it turned out to be
the best hand life had ever delt.
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Don't look at me
like I'm birthday candles;
wishful thinking
won't get you anywhere (with me).
So please,
stop making me repeat myself
stop making me repeat myself
stop making me repeat myself
because it's getting old.
I'm HAPPY now,
Independent...
perfectly capable
of making my own Decisions.
It's time to move on.
You can "bet" on whatever...
roll the dice, but
remember:
Life's a gamble
and every once in a while
the game gives you
snake eyes.
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the distant thunder
beckons me to believe
this time is different.
it's january
a new year's beginning, and
a new life for me.
like a caged bird, soon
i will be liberated
and freedom shall ring.
with that (of course) brings
responsibility, and
i will feel alone.
but the truth shines bright
like a beacon in the dark;
he will be with me.
