A Game Is A Game

I watch you slipping up in lies, forgetting your lines.

It is a compromise –

I over-apologize whenever I break yet another disguise.

You cross out my name, then drown it in blame.

A game is a game, honey,

And once you lose, we cannot be the same.

But I still pay my dues, I pay your rent in blues.

There is just one you.

I wish your fuse did not fit me like a shoe.

You put your pain on me, call your misfortunes my destiny.

I guess the gods are really testing me,

Pumping you full of glee and fallacies.

-JW