Game Changer

Game Changer

Whisper to me again how you wanted to
stop taking turns in this game; this game
that you so want to cease playing.

Because
even I
as broken as I appear to be,
I am tired.
Of the wrong turns,
Of the missed chances.
The time

That you could have owned with me.
That you could have owned me.
That each kiss
meant so much more
than a sudden meetup
meant more than goodbye’s
meant more than
see you later.
These
could have been
real.
Not just what we feel– felt
At that–
those moments.

But the game has changed.
And so have we.
For the game is over.
So should we?

I like to think that I played my
cards right.
Whisper the words if I got it right.
I really want to last the night.

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