April 14, 1992
5:39 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Won't Play Games"
She says she won't play games But she closes the door on closeness She says to accept her as she is While making it impossible to accept her at all She climbs in another bed without saying goodnight And once she said she'd get up in the night and think of me She won't return my kiss Yet once she seemed to never get enough She's like that lightswitch I always proclaimed I could never be like Click - my lover Click - she's gone away. I'll accept this This is not an easy thing Is it all a game Am I her toy? She says she's manipulative She says she's satisfied But she's all mixed up And I think she can't even manipulate herself. When I try to communicate She says she doesn't understand the words. When I try to give of myself She says I'm selfish She says I'm taking advantage of her Yet I'm willing to live in her world alone She says don't try to understand her Yet very little of what she does makes sense I'll laugh at this too in the future. Maybe even I'll laugh at it with her It's just too early to tell now. I'll wait till she makes up her mind.
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