From the bottom of my heart

Game over

Our story is not one of
bamboo shoots, hopeful and giving
hope in its growing. Neither is it
a collage of picture-perfect moments,
glossy and aesthetically pleasing
to the eyes. Your eyes.

Our story is one of
bullets and guns, of backstabbing
and schemes. It is a game
of cheat, of me trying to see through
your lies and wearing my heart on my sleeve
for daws to peck at while you, the Pokerface,

finish me off without a single blink.