The Most Dangerous Game

To love you has its times;
Times to which I gave my Heart, Vows-
To which I would unknowingly give my whole Life;
When I received love in exchange for mine,
When love itself pursued me…

Times change, people change, situations change-
You don’t make changes to yourself;
Your moods do more than enough justice to change!
They are enough to confuse Passion for Rage;
They strive to Love me, then End me.

Last night was more of the same,
Battering, Shaking, Violent, Malicious;
The games we play brought us to this:
This Ring that pitted lover on lover;
The Screaming, Having, Needing the last word.

Every inch of myself, my face, Bloodied, Brutalized!
The Shaking, Convulsing;
Not the Earth but myself-
You sit calm, massaging red on white;
The blood on knuckles, Staining, Nuisance!

I am your counterpart, weak though I am-
You despise my weakness, any weakness.
You are my counterpart, stronger than I-
I am to be made stronger by you, yet with every lesson you teach me nothing.

This game has reached its most dangerous peak-
It will only end with my leaving, my absence-
I curl up, fade out, drawing my last-
Love is the most dangerous game;
Love is dying with nothing, why chance it when all you do is lose?