I am not a game for you to play
An object to be objectified
Or obsessed over, or possessed
I see the love you give freely
And then withhold playfully
Dangerous red flashing lights
And bright yellow caution signs
Line our path on either side
Here… Step over, duck, crawl
Because I’ve laid a few traps
To catch your insincerity in
And once they’re sprung
I will say better luck next time
And hope that distant day
Never ever has to see the sun


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