ii: o

I let the rain fall on
my eyelids because i
won't let the tears
well up in my eyes

i would play tic tac
toe on your face
and you always
wanted to be x

so you x me out,
i know cause i'm
o and i saw how
your mouth dropped

when i conquered
every corner (i know
i'm a coward for
taking the easy out)

i can't call a truce
(not when we fight
& fight for the title
of winner – does

love really have any
true winners?)
or is it a futile winter
when we keep treading

& treading to get to a
place we can never be?
& we keep going & going
back to no-man's land

where our silence
suffocates our strength
to win, to lose
to call a truce