Love is a game, no matter how I try, I just can't win.

I feel incomplete, as I lie on my bed,
thoughts circling and swirling, around in my head,
every whisper, your words, every little line,
i reminisced the past, when you were mine,

your smile, your gaze, just you overall,
all of my problems, just seemed so small,
when you took my hand, and giggled so slight,
when you held me, so close, so dear, so tight,

i laugh to myself, as i remember that day,
you revealed that you had felt that way,
for me, my life considerably altered.
i remember the time, where i had faltered,

the mistake i made, i can never change,
wouldn't have happened, if not for my age,
dragged back from my life, most importantly you,
now i have no idea, what else i can do,

the shoulda's, and coulda's, haunt me still,
would we still be together, the thoughts they just kill,
my heart has been torn, to tiny shreds,
and my minds been left, in minuscule threads,

i'll just give up, throw my love in the bin,
love is a game, but i just can't win.