The Never-ending Game

I wanted to scream, but my throat was dry.

I tried to cry, but my tears refused to drop, hiding behind the back of my eyes, stinging them with their salty jeers.

Looking down at my hands, I balled them up and slowly released.

Small holes from my nails shimmer with bright red blood.

A small laugh escapes my mouth, and that was the spark that ignited my eternal fire into a blazing inferno.

How dare they!

How did I let myself get fooled by such a trivia game of words they played!

Feeling more broken than when you came, I am sitting here hoping for a sign.

Was it right or wrong to say goodbye?

Did we even mean it?

My heart feels like a brick in my chest as I fall over.

Weak and defeated, my defenses shattered like brittle glass.

Letting you in was a breeze of fresh air and renewed my life with new hope and joy.

Everything was brighter with your smile, oh, that smile!

I roll onto my back and find my voice at last.

I let out a bellowing yell of pain and torment and thrash around on the ground viciously.

None of this would help my situation.

Also, being backed into a corner with no weapon or way out.

The world grew grim and gray now that you’re gone.

Why did you do this!

You swore you were not the other; I gave you my love and trust.

I poured my heart out to you and gave, into my lust for your lips on mine.

Your scent was still here; no matter where I went, it was always there.

A never-ending reminder of you will always linger here deep inside of me and out there.

Memories float back to me of us laughing and covered in sweat, and you’d look up at me and kiss me tenderly.

How soft and beautiful something as simple as a kiss blew me away could be, never had I thought about it until you showed me.

However, it was all a trick, a cheap illusion.

Funny clown, now we shall see who will dance at the end of your magnificent masquerade of the web of lies.

Pretty spiders can only spin so far out until the day comes and the web will come crashing down.

I don’t care if I’m there, best if not.

The sunlight is fading in my room, and soon it will be time to see you tonight.

What will you say, my ever so clever fox?

Will it be something witty or pity?

Shall I once more become a prisoner of the loving false embrace of your eyes?

Will your arms hold me tight while your hands caress and dance all over my body, giving me chills that no fire can warm but you?

Footsteps approach.

I guess it’s time to see if you will win this game of cat and mouse.