Will you realize that she had a boyfriend?
She's not over him.
And that she doesn't like you-
the same way you don't like me?
It's too bad that we can't save what
we once had.
Everything we've had is on the line.
It's hard to see you with her.
Every time I turn your way,
all I see is the way she touches you.
Everywhere I look,
I just see the way she holds you.
I just can't seem to get over you.
This is where the ending begins...

All of her friends
talk about
how its such a pity.
From that one night
of a bit too much
liquid courage.
She let a stranger
crush her hopes
and dreams.
He was
broad shouldered
with hair blackest black
and eyes the color of the sea.
She awoke and left his bed at dawn.
She looks down at her baby girl
with eyes bluer than blue.
She cries herself to sleep
due to killed
hopes and dreams.
While she was barely hanging on,
she cried and said
*I think his name was Richard.

He may be old,
but he is the most
handsomest man
ever.
Mid-sixties maybe.
His eyes are blue.
Pale blue but circled by dark blue.
His hair is gray,
but was once brown.
His skin is wrinkled and worn
but was once smooth.
His face is small
and heart-shaped.
I can't stop staring at him.
I imagine him
as a young boy,
entering the military
in a green suit.
The way he smiled for his picture.
How he hugged his crying mother goodbye.
Smoked a cigarette as he served for his country.
Overcome the nightmares
he's seen and heard
while protecting America.
He was handsome then
and he is handsome now.
He holds the door open with a smile
and I thank him for
the dinner that he
bought for his wife,
my parents,
and me.

I've finally realized
that after the
multiple years,
we're playing a love game.
I want to run my hands over your rippled chest
Twist your caramel locks around my fingers
Kiss your lips
Feel your scruff on my cheeks.
You've taken my innocence
due to my
curiosity.
Have you realized that
we're playing a
love game?
Because you're the one
who started
it all.