The Winner Stands Alone

I am tired of playing by the rule

It is your game for two

But you must always be the winner

Do you think you have won?

When you make up the rules as you go

and do as you please

You said I must be the loser

Because you just have to be the winner

And it is time to play with someone new

Standing still as you put me on your shelf, just beside the other losers

Smiling along in public as you making jokes at my cost

Nodding as you blaming me for being the loser

And said nothing as others take pity on me

I have no choice but to play along

Little that you know,

I might be the loser for you

But it is the winner who stands alone

Solitaire

We used to talk about the little world that we own.

Now, there is no world to talk about.

We used to share secret spells.

Now, we can’t even spell the name of the place where we stand on.

We used to share common thoughts.

Now, we are struggling to find something in common.

I want to stay beside you, and you said you did too.

But you are playing hide-and-seek.

And I don’t understand the rule.

I want to seek you out.

But you don’t wannabe found.

You are in your hiding place,

playing that same-old-brand-new game of yours.

The name of the game is solitaire.

And no one can play along.