losing game

i call you boo
and you call me that too
we text all day
and joke and play
you can make me smile
even though i haven't seen yours in a while
it all seems so simple and fun
but hasn't this been done?
a relationship repeat
has again become my heart's beat
by why?
because i still want to fly?
if that's true,
then why am i anchoring myself to you?
clearly you're not going anywhere
so why am i allowing myself to care?
another impossible fate;
it's all i seem to date
it's like i'm playing a game where i inevitably must choose
knowing all along that we'll both lose

the fire

may you live all the days of your life
and not waste them in front of a screen
or surrounding yourself in useless strife
there are places to go and things to be seen
but i feel like you don't understand
you seem ok with repetition and a life that's bland
i want you to see that the time that you waste, you can't get back
but you recline and let the days slip past
without even seeing them crash
yes, family and friends are invaluable,
but the opportunities you're missing are incalcuable
there's a world out there!
don't you feel the pull of the open air?
don't you feel the walls pushing in?
don't you want to fight against the pin?
spread your wings and fly away!
you know you can always come back someday.
i realize i can't control your life or desire,
but i don't know if i can live without that fire...