When Love Becomes A Game

I’ve done this so many times,
I know how it goes
And while it never stops hurting
The acrid taste starts to seem familiar,
even pleasurable  for its warmth
It tastes just like wine.

Heartbreak doesn’t sting like it used to,
I know this time,
I’ll live through it, like all those others
It’s odd to get used to being alive
through a death of a kind,
But I did.

And now I just think
The drama of love only entertains me
As an absorbing game would
And I think, this is a game I could play
I could win and take a trophy or two
Or lose and prove I’m still capable of feeling
But I probably won’t.

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2 thoughts on “When Love Becomes A Game

  1. Anita January 10, 2013 at 12:32 Reply

    Like it. I would rename it as when love, breakup & move on.


    • IdeaSmith January 10, 2013 at 12:58 Reply

      @Anita: 🙂 Thank you. Somehow the seed of thought that spurred this post was how much like a game, emotions & relationships had become.


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