The Game of Love

The words he spoke were polished to perfection

Viciously ripping from his tongue, almost naturally so

That was it: it had to be

The entirety of his speech was merely rehearsed

His words seemed to cause him comfort; almost in a pleasurable manner

His tangent ended in a wicked, satisfactory grin

It was all going as he planned it, I’m sure

Those few words rekindled the fire I so desperately wished to distinguish

Gasoline drenched my erupting thoughts, no longer contained in their dark corner

The inevitable realizations began to restrict my every breath

I was left gasping for any attainable air, pleading for an escape

I found none

The words gained speed as they vigorously shook my brain senseless

My ears were ringing, echoes of his promises appearing as a distant dream

My heart throbbed with the most insatiable agony

While I was blinded by the elusive idea of love

My naive heart dominated my entire being, allowing him to play me for a fool

It was all a lie

Every smile

Every kiss

Every touch

Every shred of happiness

Just gone

He had played his game

And he had won