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I'll fuck with your heart

If you fuck with mine.



It's all the same.

It's just this game we play

to entertain ourselves.



The pain we feel just isn't real.

It's the imaginary shards

of our broken heart

slicing their way though our nerves.



As if life ain't fucked enough

we jump at the chance to to fuck with our hearts.

We play this game

ending only in shame

and yet, we always want more.



When your head spins in circles

because of the triangles we form,

you try to find a safe place.

Maybe somewhere warm.

But the square peg just won't fit in the octagonal hole

and you can't understand...



They say love is true.

Well, I say define truth for me then.

Is it the tears after a broken heart

or maybe the fear of rejection?

What about when you find you've been used

or when you get ditched for an ex?

Love is a game where you only can lose.