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You Said You Don't Play Games (adult language)
by Quinlan L Gibson
You said you don't play games.
What the hell do you call this?
Blatant contradictions
you expect me to dismiss?
Committing during sex.
I used it to correct.
you god damn knew that I was right.
I slept fine that night.
You said you don't play games.
Then what the hell do you call this?
Acting solid as a rock?
Yet spewing out what-if's.
Guess who's getting scared.
My faith gets more impaired.
and doubt that deep within you?
Do we really need continue?
you said you don't play games.
What the hell do you call this?
Who the fuck were you last night?
And know that I'm still pissed.
10/28/2003 Author's Note: Mr. Commitment issue had a breakdown Friday night. This is basically how it went.
Posted on 10/29/2003
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 10/29/03 at 01:48 AM yikes, good luck with that, but sheesh this is good. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/29/03 at 02:45 AM Well, let what is determine as to what should be. What is is always pregnant with what should be. The anger charged emotions is visible. Let the emotions subside. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/29/03 at 02:22 PM WEll it seems as if Mr.'s have issues with commitments... know just how you feel kiddo... well said! |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 10/29/03 at 04:20 PM Forceful and explosive. Let it all out Quinlan. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 10/29/03 at 05:21 PM Well put. Very direct. |
| Posted by Daryl Fein on 10/29/03 at 08:29 PM ouch! im terribly sorry. men bite |
| Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 10/30/03 at 04:10 AM Love, like life, is an infinite game. Rules changes. That's what makes it all so interesting. Sorry for your pain... ;-) ~ S |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/31/03 at 02:34 PM definitely a piece for spoken word. i second that. the force, the rage, it all bleeds through, but i think is weaker on paper. i read it aloud and the feel was hardcore. :)
and, uh, from someone who has commitment issues like whoa, lemme tell ya, just bear with him. he'll come around. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 11/01/03 at 05:09 PM Oh piss, you hold him down Quin, Ill beat him into submision. It'll be good therapy. |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 11/03/03 at 05:08 AM This is what I would term an "angry poem" (and yes, for many in this category, it is a vast understatement). Yikes, and makes me glad that wrath is not directed at me. Whew. |
| Posted by Robert Cameron Hazelton on 11/05/03 at 11:44 AM Hey Quin, this is awesome. Great flow and what an impact! |
| Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 11/14/03 at 05:07 AM Yes, I've found that the best way to hold on to a relationship is to pretend you don't like the person at all whatsoever. I don't know why. Anyway, great poem, and I hope everything works out. |
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