The Game

From one world into another

Cold, foggy air slips

Into steamy, hot fumes

I walk through your door

And see a sea of red faces,

Swimming to greet one another .

Your face is the only cold, stale spot.

Smiles, false smiles keep coming,

That's all I get from you.

You're so sweet , aren't you?

Sweeter than the saltiest candy huh?

That's so very fake of you.

It's all in your pompous head

How do I feel?

Thanks for concerning yourself.

I feel all warm and gushy

On the outside, but

On the inside frozen

Like a half-cooked microwave burrito.

I walk on over to your spot and stand facing you.

All I see is my hand

Nearing your flushed, pink cheek.

The backs of my fingers feel the short stubbles

That you missed this morning.

You're so resistant to my touch.

What are you so afraid of tonight?

I can feel discomfort

Oozing out of your pores.

Now I see that blue-green coldness coming out

Against that blushing, angelic face.

That staged warmth, how very fake of you.

All that confusion seems to make your face melt into a pool.

It runs straight to my feet

And right up to my heart.

You're not so Mr.Man now huh,

Oh well! That's so , so sad.

I still want you anyway.

Why do you always have to do this to me?

Don't worry about little ol'me

I'll be just fine while

I dream that we are together despite

The fact you don't know

How to handle my presence so close to you.

It takes two to play the perfect game

You'll get yours

And I'll get mine.

It's all in the sport of the game.