Only mind games
blissfully twisting remains
of an ego bleeding dry
out of heart and out of sigh.
Miss my love, when you said
there you go, our love is dead.
Talk for lives that weren’t yours
pointless words make my voice coarse
and there’s not one thing I want
not one thing that you can flaunt
to get me back in your mind games
believing all your fickle claims.
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