​A game I like to play

There’s a game I like to play

I smile and tease and open the door just a bit

I charm you with my wit and confuse you with my words

You think yourself the luckiest person in the world

Where were you all these years, you ask me

And for a moment I feel the same way

But my heart is a foreign land where the dampest days give way to the most arid of summers

When I’m done playing, I let you believe you’ve caught me

Time seems to stop like a photograph, a perfect memory forever ingrained

Then, just like water, I slip right through your fingers

You search the air, grip the emptiness, baffled and angry for believing in it

The thing is I’m smarter and deeper than the rest

Or at least that’s what I want people to believe

Because, if I’m honest, inside I’m a hideous mess

A tree with tangled roots, a compass that cannot find North

I’m lost and scared but unable to admit this to myself

So I roam the Earth in search of a distraction

My life, an endless pursuit of the next prey

I hope someday I’ll find the one whose love can compensate for the hatred I feel for myself

But of course, this is an impossible quest

I don’t realize the one I’m looking for is simply myself

So dear, if you ever cross my path, look away and run as fast as you can

For life is too precious to waste it with the likes of me, someone who cannot take responsibility, not even for the state of their own heart