You played my heart like a
slot machine, and
I played yours.
The amount of quarters that spit out,
judged my worthiness of
your affection.
Instant gratification was the name of the game,
or was it the name of our love?

I am addicted,
not to gambling my money away,
but to betting
against my brain,
towards my heart.
You are addicted to many things,
my love,
not being one of them,
anymore.

When I left,
the withdrawal must have made you ache,
I thought your calling would never end.
You thought your love never would.
Until it did,
after I remembered,
until you hated me,
after I hated you.

I could engage in this
push and pull,
endlessly.
I thought you could have, too.
I guess I wasn’t needed anymore.
My riches are not enough for you.
My coins are now merely decorative,
they have no worth without you.