War

Your acclaimed love has a grip on my wrist so tight as to bruise and scar it.

You’re to rough and secretive for me to willingly love you. But I did 

I do

Your smile commanded it. It sent a wave of submission starting from my fringed

tips through my spine spreading like and infectious disease.

You infected me, presenting me with a intransigently joyful painting of us in a house.

You drew my attention from the little imperfections that would have cured my curiosity

about our love being true or not with the seamless blending of colors.

You’re kindness was a slight of hand to draw me in to your arms as cox out sayings of

affection from my lips.

“I love you “ became the daily phrase you would play on repeat if I felt uneasy and upset

and it stayed there in the air whispering my ears echoing in my head filling it with false

hope as I mumble it until my lips feel numb and I’m drunk off it. 

I lost who I was cause I thought I was in love with you but I was your prisoner another body

you swore to secretary I’m your fool I did love you 

I do 

But you won the game that only you were playing 

Congratulations