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Toy in a game

You have liked the same guy for a very long time, you feel that he likes you too. The two of you are always flirting back and forth. You wanted to make something more from your friendship, you thought he did also. The only problem is he's dating a very close friend who actually snatched him out of your hands three years ago. You think to yourself about how he treats you and how they always fight. You fill up with hope thinking maybe if she were out of the picture you two could be together. But no matter how much he compliments you or makes a point to be around you, or holds your hand, and rubs your legs, or gazes at you when he thinks your not looking...he still loves her. Some how he does. And she loves him. And you love them both. All you want is everyone happy, a little peace for all. But no. The only ones whom are at all happy are them. they have each other, they have you.

You are a best friend, and the perfect playmate. You can't have both of them, though you want them. One to give your everything to, and one to be there for everything.

You are not but just a toy for his love games.
And you were right from the beginning.
Being alone ensures safety from this, the worst kind of pain.

Stop This Game...lover

I just want your hand in mine.
Your arm.
My arm.
Intertwined.

I'm sick of this shit.
I've had enough.
I want you.
It's not that tough.

Move past the people in our lives.
Be happy for once.
Be free to be mine.

Three years of waiting.
Three years of pain.
Loving you has been in vane.

Stop this game.
End it now.
If you want me.
Show me how.