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Jan 2017
We play our game
Electric connection, power lines for veins
I'm on my knees, I'm at your feet
You can walk all over me,
I'll be your footstool, your side table,
I don't care,
I'll do anything for your attention
Throw love and money and gifts your way
Show you art, writing, anything for praise
Dedicate a thousand songs to the memories
I'm such a sucker
You're not even playing me
I'm playing myself
This is solitaire
Some ****** card game and I don't have the right hand
I'm chasing my tail to amuse you
Make a million excuses just to talk to you
Drink up your one-word answers
It's my own fault, really
This isn't "our" game, it's my problem
Imprinting and holding so tightly,
Desperate to have you by my side
So you're my star, my angel –
When will I cut the ****?
This isn't healthy
I shatter every time you get bored of me
Crumble before your eyes like my spine just left my body
Too afraid to tell you that it's killing me
Because you're here, now, and I'm so scared to lose you permanently
At least when I play my game you come back to me
*(I don't blame you
All I ask is please
Don't say anything
You don't really mean)
this isn't to say I don't love you
because the problem is I really really really really love you
wren cole
Written by
wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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   --- and Amethyst Fyre
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