I Let You Win

You appear in different forms over the years, just to screw me over. Fuck me up, and I let you. At first, I applaud your disguise, feel remorseful, and console myself- you are too good at this game.

As the years turn into dreams, it awakens in me, the realisation that I had given you the key.

I changed the locks, and reviewed the safety while all the while sleepwalking and removing the batteries.

The batteries were my soul, that I sliced pieces off of and drifted around you in the form of conversations in the dark. The dark of our minds, when we seemed lost in the abyss.

No, no, you weren’t that good, I just loved losing the game.

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