• love doesn't forget.
    First you take my dreams, now her even.
    Love is a cruel mistress,knife to your back, ready at all times.
    Blinded by emotion, i have angered her.
    She retaliates.
    Twisting me to her will, my pain, spreading like wildfire, i react.
    I retaliate.
    Like a game of cards,i draw.
    Ace of spades, if only it were mine.
    A blank card, my face appears on it.
    Liar.
    0.
    I look up, no, into this terrible wonder.
    And she claims victory.
    If life is simply a game, never forget.
    Love holds all of the cards.