My Love for Thee

End game

I do what I do because of you,
If only I knew that the both of us were not new.
A game of hearts where two play a part,
Yet we call it art.
Hearts playing a game of tag,
Hoping to see which one raises the flag.

We have been through hell
and that I can tell.
To us, trust is a strange visitor.
He comes and goes as he please,
with so much ease,
teasing us without cease.

Afraid to give it our all,
afraid that we will not make it after the fall.
Who should and who should not, it's your call make.
A bond that we thought was there, will be yours to break.

Never the same
and we are both to blame.