You start the game.
Look into my eyes.
Tell me you love me.
I’ll pretend I don’t hear I want to own you
I need you to fix me.
Tell me you feel a connection, something you’ve not felt for some time.
I’ll say the same and we can both pretend it’s more than alcohol and amphetamines,
Sleep deprivation and self-deception.
Touch the scars on my arms
With the glycerine tears of a drama student trying too hard.
I’ll pretend I see empathy and compassion,
Not a sociopath noting weakness to exploit.
Tell me you want me
And only me
I’ll wonder if that means it’ll be a week from now
Or maybe two
When you want new skin
When your game face drops
And I remember I’m meat.
When your winning streak ends
As all streaks must
Don’t forget your ultimatums.
Make me question my integrity
Don’t forget to try and regain the upper hand
When your hand is all you’re left with.
And when you ask me why I won’t fight harder
Don’t be surprised when I answer
You made love a game
And a game can only be won
When it ends.