Love Game

Heart stopping.
Breath taking smile.
That illuminates for miles.

He has my heart in his hands.
Sometimes I wonder if he truly understands.
How much he's hurt me.

I once thought that he and I were meant to be,
But as discouraging thoughts pollute my mind,
The love I had for him begins to hide.

I run,
Run away from him.
My heart in confusion.
Maybe all of this is an illusion.

Looking left and right,
For his glorious light.
I can't stand this.

I want to give up.
But I will wait.
He will get bored of me,
Just like all the rest,

It's just a test,
He doesn't truly care.
My best friend says he does.
But I will always have my doubts.
He's been a player,
A gamer in the love game.
Broken so many hearts.
Perfected it as if it was a form of art.

I fear every day and night,
That someday he'll steal my light.
I will always fear that this is just a horrible game.
A game in which he'll win.
Take and put another name,
A name on his list



(This poem is pretty damn pathetic. Sorry.)