Games I Play With Myself (A Poem)

Games I Play With Myself - Vironika Tugaleva

Why must you
taunt me?
Little devil.
Smile mischievously as you
disappear behind yet
another wall.
My legs are tired and what do you
have there
in your hands?
What are you hiding?
Taunting me,
teasing me to come
and closer.
Why must you
tease me?
Little wise one.
Your eyes twinkle like you
already know.
My anger builds.
Always out of
I give up.
My legs are tired, I
cannot chase you
And just as I resign, as I
sit defeated
refusing to chase
and letting myself
you emerge
all serious,
your hands behind your back,
your eyes holding the
they twinkle.
And you show me
empty hands.
And you run away
behind that wall,
eyes so mischievous again.
And I, so worn and furious,
I shout to you,
Why did you lie to me?
Why did you make me
chase you, grow weary,
get nothing?
And you giggle.
Your one eye out of sight,
your hand wound round the
And you say,
like you
were waiting
for me to ask you
all along.
teach you how to
so you could play
for fun.”
And then you beckon me,
finger outstretched,
and I laugh.
The sort of laugh that
tears the fabric of
time and
Now, I can play.
My smile mischievous,
I’m ready to

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Vironika Tugaleva

Like every human being, Vironika Tugaleva is an ever-changing mystery. At the time of writing this, she was a life coach, digital nomad, and award-winning author of two books (The Love Mindset and The Art of Talking to Yourself). She spent her days writing, dancing, singing, running, doing yoga, going on adventures, and having long conversations. But that was then. Who knows what she's doing now? Keep up on her blog at

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