I said that the last time would be the last time
on countless occasions.
I keep giving and you keep taking,
because you’ll never say no.
You know what I’m worth,
and you know what you’d be missing,
should I truly follow through with leaving you behind.
But you don’t care.
So we play this little game
where I leave the ball in your court,
knowing that it’s really in mine,
as we wait for the clock to run out.
And when it does,
don’t go wondering what happened.
There will be no space or opportunity
to make up for all we could’ve had.
The love is there,
but our intentions are completely different.
You play for ego,
and I play for keeps.
written December 12, 2016.