The game

What is love?
Is it memorizing the lines in his hands fearing that they will disappear forever? Is it knowing what a look means? Is it longing for the taste of someone? Is it dreaming of a touch or embrace? Is it obsessing over the small details of ones face counting the scars on their body or the freckles on his face watching his eyelashes close and open to find a firework show of Amber and golden flakes with the tiniest hint of green strands ? The answer is no
Love is a game
A trial of how long can you hold on to a lie before it comes out and you are hurt
The game of telling someone everything and a game of misplaced trust
A game of hurt
A game of making someone hurt because she isn't what you want
But she was last month and the day before that
Love is a finding someone you know is going to hurt you and being okay with it. Because in the end he made you feel good for a while.
So I thank you for playing with me and distracting me from the horror of what was happening with my life.. thank you for hearing my pain and turning it into beauty. I have lost the game but I'm still playing because I'm addicted to your love. I miss our game