Messing with my emotions--
God, you’re doing it again.
I thought that was behind us,
that we had matured
past that.
Yet now you play the game again,
dragging me into it
no matter how hard I resist.
Did I over-analyze
your soft words
and gentle touches?
Was I wrong
to hope you finally
heard my prayer?
How can you keep
jerking me around
and feel no guilt?
How can you lift me so high,
yet refuse to catch me
when I come back down?
How can you write such
beautiful words
without meaning them?
How can you send me
your love
and hold her in your arms?
When will you read
the pain in my eyes
and realize that you’ve
put it there?
Or have you already noticed,
and claimed your
victory?
The game has to end--
you’ve played it too many times.
I’m tired of losing
just because
I love you.