Seeing you walk and how you talk,
Faking that smile as we play.
Knowing you have me right where you want,
Easily braking what I have left.
As we stare into the passion of our eyes,
Seeing each beat through our chest.
...Click...
Waiting for the fatal mistake,
Anticipating the tear running down my spirit.
You tell me "it's okay,"
As you caress my wounded heart.
Then you turn to her and say another
Talking bout "she'll be gone soon,"
"Don't you worry."
...Click...
I'm dying on the outside,
Gleaming on the in.
Knowing your game I let you in.
A smile emerges from the corner of my mouth,
Look you in your eye and you see it.
What I physically ache for,
As your hand slides up my leg,
Closer...
And closer...
Bang!
Watch my body bleed for you,
YOU ARE READING
Painful Play
PoetryYou don't see the pain in a game. So how can you see the pain when played.
