Twisted Game

The constant push and pull, the silent treatments, the hurtful words. I used to see you as my hero. But now, all I see is a man who deliberately makes things difficult for me.
 
You know exactly what you're doing. You set these impossible hurdles, pushing me to my breaking point just so you can see me crumble. I'm so tired of this sh*t!
 
The irony of it all is as bitter as unripened fruit. I found myself entangled in your twisted game. You would lay out the pieces. Then, I would find myself drawn into your labyrinthine design.
 
I'm supposed to write about love, yet I've never truly felt it from you. I've only seen it on the pages of books, on silver screens, in the way couples hold hands. I heard it whispered in countless songs and in the lyrics that paint pictures of affection I could only envy. It's all just a facade.
 
I guess I could try to fake it. But deep down, I know it wouldn't be genuine. It would be a hollow imitation.
 
Oh, can love truly exist?
Or is it merely a figment of the imagination?
 
I feel lost and alone, even when I'm surrounded by people. It feels like you always want me to fail. You pull the strings, manipulating my emotions and forcing me to surrender my spirit.
 
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I want to scream to let it all out. But what's the point? You won't listen. You'll just dismiss my feelings and tell me I'm overreacting. I would smile when my heart ached and laugh when my soul wept. I'd learn to wear its mask like a second skin. And maybe you'll see the pain in my heart. Maybe you'll understand the love that I've always longed for, the love that you've never given.
 
Or maybe it's time I walk away.

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