The Games Of The Mind

By tiffany musgrove

Have you ever wondered what it's like in someone's mind? What its like for a girl or boy growing up? How it feels to be rejected, hurt, cheated on, loved well this is a collection of poems about my childhood to now. Let's take a dive into my mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: May 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9783743836242

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The Games of the Mind

(a collection of poems from the mind and heart)

By: Tiffany Musgrove

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You're standing on the front porch with your arms wrapped around yourself and you stare up at a spider weaving a web of every memory that ever left a handprint on the walls of your home. It all comes rushing back 

Do you remember the night after the fair when we sat quietly on the porch swing? I believe when you tell me you love me, I whispered for the first time. I will never forget the way you grabbed my face and kissed me because that was the first and last time I believed that it was possible for another human being to hold my demons safely.

Do you remember the time we sat on the bench in front of your house and we both stared blankly off the porch in hopes that my nervous shaky hands wouldn't upset your demons any longer and my tears wouldn't spill into your lap along with every other unsure promise you ever made me? Or have you tried to forget that as easily as you forgot how badly it bothered me when you wouldn't look into my eyes

What about the time I first realized you were using me? It was summer then, and you begged me to tell you why I wouldn't leave that Goddamn swing. I did math problems in my head as you begged me to come back inside; back inside to that bed full of anxiety and I swear our smell was embedded in every Goddamn fiber of your sheets.

Do you remember the time I had given my innocence to you? Because I do; I remember how horribly planned and spontaneous it was, but after you had touched my face so soft and told me you loved me. You told me every time after that, too, and I think that's where we confused lust and love. But remember the couch in your living room, where we had laid ever so closely after our innocence had been taken. I had never felt so close to you, and I would do anything to have that safety back.

Close your eyes and picture us back on the couch in your living room. Feel every gentle touch and every I love you handled between blankets that we used to keep each other warm when our bodies were cold and our hearts were even colder. Try to imagine the warmth we brought to each other between safety nets of our twisted legs and kisses that seemed to travel miles on our skin.

I try to forget the time I was an hour away for a whole week. It was our first time spending any time apart, and I had begged you to come to my rescue. You did, and I was thrilled to see you again, but we spent the majority of the time touching each other rather than talking and I guess I wish it had been reversed, because I hadn't heard your voice in days and my heart envied the attention you gave the rest of my body with your hands rather than your voice. I guess I just wished for more, and maybe you couldn't offer much more in that living room. I can't lay on that couch without imagining your weight upon me and I realize that maybe I should have given that couch more credit for keeping all our secrets locked inside it.

I can't help but remember the time you danced with my demons