The Game

With his winning charm

And heart of valour

He led her home

Where he knew he’d have her

With her flowing hair

And knowing grin

She followed him home

Where she knew she’d win

Wronged Parties

I just don’t understand

He said 

Why she would try to tear us apart 

Because the cost of true love

She said 

Is always someone else’s heart

Sucked In

To be honest

I always knew

Psychopathy

Was your main trait

It’s just a shame

That I played your game

Losing out

When it was too late


Psychopathic

Looking through old photos

It’s only now I’m struck

By how much your eyes

Betray your lies

And your smile is fake as fuck

(Originally Posted 29.12.2020)

Behind Enemy Lines

If only I’d tried harder

I could have fought you more

If only I’d been smarter

I could have won the war


Fade To Black

Pull down the stars

Put out the sun

I’ve had enough

You have won

(Originally Posted 23.10.2020)

Thank Fuck It’s Friday

With all these plates

To keep on spinning

It’s no wonder that I

Never feel like I’m winning


Mondays

Head racing
a million
miles an hour

Heart
pounding
the same

So many
appointments
to make

So many
lions
to tame

(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)

Guaranteed

If you’re worried who’ll win

In the end

Then you absolutely needn’t be

For it may look like I haver

But I would wager

That she’s still far more troubled than me


Let

I let
myself
down
today

When I
let you
inside
my head

I wish
I could
just let
you go

And
enjoy
my life
instead

(Originally Posted 22.09.2019)

Game, Set And Match

And who did win out

In the end?

Well it wasn’t you

Was it my friend

All that effort

To leave me crushed

And yet I walked

Before I was pushed


Match Point

Please,
ignore
me
more and
more
each day.

For you’ll
only
push me
further
away.

Please,
glower
at me
more and
more
each week.

For
I won’t
always
turn
the other
cheek.

Please,
isolate me
more and
more
as time
goes on.

For we’ll
see who is
victorious,
when all is
said and done.

(Originally Posted 23.06.2019)

Hands Up

I win

You lose

Now it’s you

Who’ll fucking bruise


Hands Down

You
win

I
lose

Ain’t
that

The
fucking
truth

(Originally Posted 03.06.2020)

The Blame Game

So who’s fault is it then

Yours or mine

Who was it that took this

Over the line?

Was it me

With my brutality

And supposed lack of rationality?

Or was it you

And your crew

With fuck all else with your time to do?

Either way it doesn’t matter

As the line has now been crossed

It’s just a shame that we’ll never know

Which one of us won or lost

Don’t Ask Me

What would you do

If it was you

Would you risk it

Even though

You could lose

I have no idea

What I’d do here

So thank fuck

I don’t

Have to choose

Limitless

You can
push me

And you
can pull me

But don’t
expect me

To break
apart

For I’ve
got tenacity

And
durability

Down to
a fine art

A Hollow Victory

I
suppose
that’s
the
end
of it

Now
all’s
been
said
and
done

I
hope
you
find
it was
worth it

Now
that
you
think
you’ve
won

Outbid

Don’t
give
up,

The
email
reads,

You can
still get
what you
want.

Only an
automated
response,

I
believe,

Could
be so
nonchalant.

Acrimony

Whilst
trying
to fix
this
hopeless
mess,
I’ve
realised,
it’s all
just
fucking
pointless
anyway.

Nobody wins.

Match Point

Please,
ignore
me
more and
more
each day.

For you’ll
only
push me
further
away.

Please,
glower
at me
more and
more
each week.

For
I won’t
always turn
the other
cheek.

Please,
isolate me
more and
more
as time
goes on.

For we’ll
see who is
victorious,
when all is
said and done.

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