The Game

I feel as though it's a game
And the rules are
Who answers the least
Who loves the least
Who cares the least
I feel as though if I don't answer
I'm in control
He has to text me first
I one word him
He texts me more
I feel as though he asks more questions
About me and my day
Gives me the attention I want
Which I love
But I don't want to tell him too much
I feel as though I'll let him in
Farther and farther
I am then trapped
And then he won't answer me
And now we're back
In this stupid fucking game
That I started

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