By Ria
Date: 24 June 1999

The Game

I don't like feeling this way:
   restless
   unsteady
   unsure.

It was supposed to be
a simple game,
no secret passwords
 no hidden passageways
   where the grand prize
     was a quick trip to heaven
       courtesy of you.

Instead you surprised me
by finding a way 
into my heart
  You distracted me 
   with your kisses
  and sneaked in through 
   the back door
  while my eyes were still
   closed in awe.

I should hate you,
   sneaky boy,
shouldn't care what you think.
But I can't help but
   wonder just how many 
      of my secrets you have uncovered and
   hope that you don't know I'm
      restless
      unsteady
      unsure,
   and perhaps even
      in love.