The Boy That Plays Games

Why did he come back after all this time?
If he didn't mean to betray me and do the same crime?

I thought I was over him but it was all in vain
The boy still runs screaming through my veins

With his lips he speaks so many different things
He swears he wants to help me fly but all he does is clip my wings

I can never figure what he wants; he is an empaths nightmare
Guys glare in envy and in lust girls like to stare

I hate him and his physical and mind tricking games,
His kind go by so many different and unique names

Silver tongue, smooth talker, loves worse kind of stalker
When he's done with you, you'll need a walker

Your mind screams no and your body dies to say yes
And though he drives you crazy you can't think of him any less

Sometimes I wish he'd never, ever come back
But at the same time it's like I missed being under his attack

I scream and pull my own hair, wishing I could slap him but he is never there
And he'd probably like it all to well that's how much he'll care

He likes to laugh at me as I try my best to run away
But I'm chained to him and away I just can't seem to stay

God, help me I love a trickster...