Monthly Archives: October 2015

My game

This is my game and you can’t win.

I can see it on your face

and feel the fire within.

You’re hot to the touch

just a little, not too much

but maybe just enough.

You didn’t even want to fall

but now you’re ready to crawl

left with nothing

because I took your all.

I was different than the rest, wasn’t I?

Real, I think, is what you called.

You loved me, spoilt me

made me, ruined me

built me and scarred me.

You thought you’d fixed me

but don’t you see?

This is my game and you can’t win

If not, then?

Tell me how to get rid of you
Tell me how to forget you
Tell me how to erase your touch
Tell me how to forget your face
Tell me how to stop hearing your voice
Tell me how to stop smelling your skin
If not, then tell me you’ll love me again.

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Be cruel to me
Be a fool for me
Be my villain and then my hero
Be my pillar and my earthquake
Be my one and only, then make room for the next
Be my everything and leave me with nothing
Be my exposure and be my cover
Be my destruction and my lover
If not, then just tell me you’ll love me again

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Look at us, bent to the point of breaking
Look at us, strangers with memories
Look at us, barely even alive
Look at us, in our own mess we’re drowning
Look at us now,
And look at us before.
Tell me now, can you love me again?
If not, then….

I’ll take it off for you

Expose? Sure, why not.
First, I’ll take off my pride.
It’s very dear to me, you know.
Because it’s you, and you want me to strip.
I’ll take it off for you.

Then, I’ll tell you my lies and secrets.
Maybe you can figure out why I need them.
But if you can’t, that’s okay.
If you ask me to shed them, then I will.
Because it’s you, and you want me to strip,
I’ll take it off for you.

Third, I’ll tell you my stories.
The good, the joyful, the blissful.
You’ll find they all have you,
And me telling them to you is me crying for you.
I’ll leave those tears, if you ask me to.
Because it’s you, and you want me to strip,
I’ll take it off for you.

I’ll show you my skin the next.
No honey, it’s not as pretty as you’re used to.
It’s the skin of a survivor,
But I’ll change it for you, if you want me to.
Because it’s you, and you want me to strip,
I’ll take it off for you.

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Morals are next, I suppose.
I valued mine the most.
But then you pointed out,
They were just a pretty show.
I let go of them too.
Since it’s you, and you want me to strip,
I’ll take it off for you.

Soul, you say?
If you can find mine in a bottle somewhere,
Could you tell me, too?
Or keep it with you, if you want to.
It’s yours to keep, anyway.
Because it’s you, and you want me to strip,
I’ll take it off for you.

There you go,
Everything is off for the show,
Just like you wanted; exposed.
So could you love me a little more?
Forgive me a little more?
Break me some more?
You wanted me to strip,
I took it all off for you.