Mercy

We'll spit into our sweaty palms and shake hands,
Money on the table for whoever wins this time.
Flip the coin, it lands on your call, heads.
I'll sit back and grin with too much confidence.

You grab my arm and twist, the hair on my neck is
Raised by the pain this game of Mercy lends me.
A sudden flashback of everything you've ever done
Spins through my head, and I cry Mercy yet again.

You let go, that smirk is on your face once more.
Take your winnings, my summer's savings, look away.
I've lost for what seems like the billionth time.
I've learned to stop fighting for what I can't have.