Vents Hidden in Verse

play with me

A/N: i've realized that i've got some really weird emotional habits...

written August 3rd, 2020 at 1 A.M.

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poker face: on.

playing this game,
i've only got selfish motivations
on my mind.

sure, reeling the last of a man's chips
is a bittersweet experience.
raking in my newfound riches
by the armful
can make a grin spread across my face.

however,
losing the remainder of my chips?
even more top tier.

the desperation, knowing that there is
money you will never see again.
knowing that there is affection
you will never feel again.

that pain.
to make you feel something.
to make me feel something.

i want to feel.
give me impactful emotions.
toy with the dead space
that is my poker face.

turn that emotionless expression
into something much happier...
or into something so pained,
it paints itself permanently there.

don't be shy.
let's play the game.
give me your best shot,
and don't you dare let me win.
where's the fun in that?