It all seems to start
with a claim...
A title...
Or a name...
Two players want to
play the never-ending game
Empty actions distract
you from true intentions
This kind of pain and
heartache only causes you to lose hope in love
Anger pulls...
And jealousy blinds you
with illusions
But my mind is not your
mind
My actions have been
nothing but true
No deception, lies, or
mistrust
The space between us
cannot be ignored
But all the same...
Does the emptiness beg
to be filled with a broken heart?
Because mine is not too
keen on breaking
So why does it have to
come down to this?
We are not children
And games are meant to
be played upon a board
So stop gambling with
my emotions
And playing games with
my heart
Because I am simply
done...
Waiting...
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2017
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