I win when you make the first move.
I win when at first you meet all my expectations.
I win when you tell me every little thing about you.
I win when our conversations flow day after day.
And yet,
I lose when I find it hard having time with you.
I lose when my thoughts of you bleed in my writing.
I lose when I realized it was me who messaged you first, again.
I thought I won
when you gave me that thing surprisingly,
But I lose
when I over think every little thing you’ll do next.
I don’t even know if you’re playing,
And this is all just a game.
‘Cause I was never interested in winning.
So maybe I was too lame.
