Thursday, December 04, 2003
Writing Backwards

      Hey. I wrote this poem this morning and It just came out in the end, something completely different than what I started with. I wrote it backwards, not intentionally, but sometimes I think you need to start at the end to see where something began.

Playing Hard to Get

It's stupid and it's reckless,
It's something I would do,
Saying something careless,
To watch it get to you.

I don't know what I'm doing,
Bringing up the past,
I know I'm hurting you,
But I'm scared that we won't last.

I feel so out of control,
There's nothing you can do,
I'm looking for reassurance,
To know you love me too.

When did this happen,
When you ran so far away,
I had to say no,
When you asked if I would be okay.

It's like we traded places,
I was you and you were me,
I know it's all my fault,
Cause you were the best that you could be.

But I never tried hard enough,
It was to myself I lied,
I took your love for granted,
And that night I died inside.

It's the game I'm playing,
Get ready, go, get set,
It's so completely backwards,
Playing hard to get.