This Useless Game They Play
She is but a puppet in his presence; he is the clueless puppeteer
The simplest twitch of his hand can make her dance, or painfully fall to the stage
His emotions are her emotions,
Sometimes it's just the opposite
He'll be happy for his own selfish reasons,
Reasons that can hurt her very core
When he's with his beloved, his joy is evident, it can't be contained
When he's with his beloved, her selfish sadness overwhelms her
A searing, white-hot pain rips through her
As he ignores her, defies her, not-so-jokingly teases her
She knows he doesn't mean to harm her
It's still a blow in the stomach each time
Around him, she's a foolish mess
Around him, she acts as likeable as she can be
Even if that means betraying her friends' trust
Not defending them, becoming an unacceptable comrade
They forgive her, though,
Even if she doesn't deserve it at all
He's just another pawn in her game of Desire; she'll move on, find another
They'll play their stupid games, until there's no time left
She hates what he does to her, his mind games and mixed signals
But she finds herself accustomed to the pain, even welcoming it
She treasures those heartwarming moments
Because she knows that one day, they will be leaving each other
One day, there will be no more of them