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The Games You Play
You dealt your cards beneath the table,
then looked me in the eyes.
You made a game of half-truths
and called them little white lies.
You moved the pieces when I wasn’t looking,
changed the rules along the way,
then watched me question everything
while you smiled and let me stay.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Every silence had a plan.
Every secret had a hiding place,
every promise built on sand.
You gave me just enough affection
to make me think we were okay,
then pulled it back without a warning
just another game you’d play.
You made me feel like I was crazy
for noticing things had changed.
Like asking you for honesty
was somehow asking something strange.
But betrayal leaves fingerprints.
Even careful hands leave stains.
And sooner or later truth comes walking
through the wreckage of your games.
So keep your cards.
Keep your secrets.
Keep the stories you replay.
I finally learned the hardest truth:
Love doesn't need a winner.
Love doesn't keep a score.
Love doesn't make you beg for answers
while it quietly locks the door.
You thought you had me figured out,
thought I'd always choose to stay.
But the only move you never planned for
was me walking away.
And now there's no one left to fool,
no heart left here to break.
You won every game you played with me
and lost everything
that wasn't fake.
