Losing Game

When I say I've had enough of the game,
need to step back, get off
the wheel to which I am securely fastened
with bonds as strong and fragile as spider webs...

When I tell you sincerely that
this rollercoaster ride must end,
I'm so tired of the freefall...
will you understand?

Or will you call me bad loser or poor baby,
then boast that you have won...
while you ache with the loss and your heart
breaks again for the eighth day this week?

But you still won't understand how
to tear up the rule book,
how to fly from your cage...
how I love you.

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