WHAT CRUEL GAME IS THIS

Dear…
what cruel game is this that you play?

Why do you punish me

with that cold mask,

pretending I’m just some forgotten past,

when deep down…

you still look for me?

When we’re together,

you act like nothing’s changed—

like time froze us in that last embrace.

You linger,

as if you don’t want the moment to end.

Your body screams for my touch,

but your pride silences it.

And just when I think I’m healing,

you let your eyes light up beside me,

like they once did…

and the fall becomes unbearable.

Why do you tear my heart apart like this?

Why feed me hope

only to rip it away

and leave me bleeding alone?

I try to walk away—

I swear I try—

but you whisper my name,

and like a fool,

I turn back every damn time.

What game is this, woman?

You don’t let me go.

And I…

I don’t know how to stop loving you.

You play a savage game with my heart.

My mind has given up.

Logic begs me to run,

but just your voice

pulls me out from the shadows

I tried so hard to disappear into.

How do I escape this twisted game

you keep alive

with your fear—

fear that maybe,

just maybe,

our ashes could catch fire again?

And so the days rot away…

you there,

me here…

and me—

this broken fool

who always comes crawling

the moment you call.