We Don't Play Games

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----Ike's pov---

Today's Friday. I normally would be extremely happy that the weekend was here.

But I'm not today. Firkle didn't show up to any classes today. Which isn't so peculiar, but he avoided me all day.

Not like before, it was like he's pretend I didn't exist. I could walk next to him, and he'd just act like he was alone.

We were siting outside during 5th period. Firkle was smoking. He'd been sitting outside since the day started.

And I've been sitting with him since the start of 2nd period.

He hasn't even glance my way. It's starting to make me nervous. What if this is how it's going to be for the rest of my life?

Then Firkle puts out his cigarette, grabs his sketchbook and turns and stares directly at me.

I feel my face go slightly pink.

For a few minutes he glances up and glares, then looks back down making a few pencil marks that I can't see.

After a while, he sits the sketchbook down, open. It was in the middle of him and me.

I looked down to see me sketched out. All the fine details there. There were words scribbled on the side.

I leaned over and looked at the words:

You forced me to love you,
Was it all in vain?
Then one day you stopped,
But I loved you all the same.
It didn't help,
When she stood armored by your side.
Told I was worthless,
But did I ever try?
You smiled, and laughed
Everyone's the same,
In your little game.
Your eyes sparkle brightest,
When you're not near the flames.
I burn everything.
Ashes all around.
Do you know what it's like,
To always be looked on with a frown?
Put down,
Things never said,
"I love you,"
A lie you dare never said.
I suppose, it's what I deserve.
In the end, why not?
I burn the world around me,
But you were what my life needed.
I guess you need felt the same.
You had what you wanted,
Still do to this day.
A smirk on lips,
When we passed everyday.
An arm on her,
Or her, or him.
The demons I deserve
Stick to my side.
Laugh in spite, you by my side?
"You forced me to love you."
That was a lie,
I'd loved before you even tried.
That's all this is,
A poem of lies.

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