Exasperation, desperation, reassurance.
These things that I seek for and flustered over.
Skirting, darting, flirting
as if this were all a game; oh wait love is a game.
Flickering, reigniting, heartaches.
Straddling in this state of uncertainty and in between.
Maybe it's time, to say something, to do something, to stand up.
Only then will you truly realise the stakes of this game you call love.
Here's to nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Daryl. I enjoyed your poem. Lots of confusion about love... I have been away awhile and wanted to thank you for your great support on my poetry in the past. Happy New Year! Loyd