Game of Heart
the game of heart.
my love, my art.
if i let you win
we can restart.
before the photographs
of you and me
were burning
in my palms,
i lit the match
to burn your core
and when it spreads
there's no stopping
my love, my art.
must we restart?
in this game of heart
you'll surely win.
and i will stay vacant.
go to the place
where mind is white.
smitten with the half truth's
and the half love
of a has been,
living in a past life
like your last "wifey".
you'll remember me
in the cigarette burns
marking up your skin,
i get that deep in.
just so you feel it
and remember the pain.
and when it hurts,
i hope it leaves a stain.
i want the truth
to burn holes in your brain.
just like how you left me,
i want you insane.
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