A cruel game.

What is it you want?
My love, my comfort?
All things you seem to run from.
Do you wish to steal the light from my eyes as you have the warmth of my heart?
Do you want to take the small amount of understanding and forgiveness I have left?
Haven't you caused enough destruction?
The pain, the tears, was it not enough?

You continue to lurk in my mind, telling me what I'll never be.
How dare you make me feel small?
How do you live knowing you demolished innocence?
Why is it I'm left here to carry this burden?
I'm no more than a child in terror, with half a mind to let go but my heart tells me to hold on.

I feel the pain, the hunger for revenge.
Love is no more than a cruel game that never ends.

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