We Play Games, but This Time I Win

The game is over--I can show you the score.
Seven days, zero passion, I think I've won this fair.
I'll show you what it's like, though you've no care.
This time we can't lose, in the end I'll gain more.

Though that bit of you remains, I don't believe
The rumors that spread; my mind stays, you go.
Let me have this glory, you'll pay no mind, I know.
I know in the end that we'll both pay a fee.

Let me brag, just one night, reciprocate the pain.
You won't feel a thing, just smile till it ends.
I won't blame you for the loss your grin send
Down my spine, your words wash out like hell after rain.

Scream until your lungs give out, don't understand
Why I've left you no note, no trace of my heart.
Next time you'll see me, we'll shake from the start,
Back to square one we go, you know it's all planned.

No more misunderstood, no more late night cravings.
I'm done and I've left you to dwell in the dust
Of what you made me--a mess, and you're the must-
have of the summer, but this time, you're losing.

You Want Publicity? You'll Make Headlines When We're Through

Doubt.
A word that crosses the mind,
A word that hexes the heart,
A word that stains the lips.
For once, don't let it stop
You from what is right.

Far-fetched.
A cliche word that hurts,
Scars like the realization
You might never get to where
You truly want to be in life.
When did this affect you so?

Never.
A time period beyond me,
The possibility of never
Getting there, getting to
The place everyone else said
You would never ever reach.

Persevere.
A true verb to take to heart,
Something I know you know
Will get people far in life.
You say you want to make it.
Will you stay long enough?

Us.
A pronoun that never meant
More than a collective term,
But now it stands for fate
Of where you can take this
With us right beside you.

Unsent Love Letters

Dear stranger,
It seems that I must introduce myself.
I am your latest nightmare, it's true,
But I am not your worst. That's you.
I am sure you have met me before,
In a place that not even I remember.
All I know is how we relate, and how
Our two circles share a common point.

Dear stranger,
We've yet to talk formally, casually,
About the wage at stake for your hand.
Every card is on the table, no regrets.
Let go of everything you knew before.
There's only two choices left for you--
Pick me up, or let me fall back down.
Either way, you know you'll win the bet.

Dear stranger,
It seems that we should meet someday,
For a cup of coffee, a card game or two?
Discuss the future, or ours, your pick.
I just don't think I should let this go.
I always thought there was something.
Let's clarify our current relationship.
Was there even anything there to start?

Dear stranger,
I'm sorry if I've rushed into this.
You don't seem comfortable here.
Neither am I, if you aren't either.
Let's start from the top, if you will.
I am your latest problem, biggest mistake,
Something you'll want to take back.
But I know you won't because neither will I.