The Game

just a scribble for a guy who breaks my heart daily.

Infatuation
is a dangerous
game,
with it’s lies and
it’s lust,
inconsiderate indifference
ruling the day.
In the end,
if this game has
a winner,
it’s you;
happy in my misery,
satisfied with my dissatisfaction,
caught in this
vicious circle
of your creation,
unable -
unwilling? -
to break free.
Trapped in this game,
forced by feelings
beyond my control
to play,
until the inevitable outcome
of Game Over,
when you’ll walk away,
victorious,
leaving nothing behind,
but an empty board
and a bleeding heart.