how many times do we write about unrequited love?
before it makes sense?
before we’re honest with each other about it
how many times can i bottle the same feeling up and puke it on a piece of paper
it feels like an endless game that i will never learned how to play
let alone beat
someone’s bound to fix the game, it took all my quarters and the bartender doesn’t have any more
i’m aching to get my name on the board