You just like to Play.

You play football and you play school.
You play frat boy and you play athlete.
You play son and brother and stepbrother and stepson.
You love to play board games and beer pong.

When you play you encompass the wonder and energy of a child and the drive and determination of an adult. I loved to watch you play.

I played the hot older woman and the interesting distraction.
I played caregiver and pseudo-mother.
I played seductress and I played provider.
I played secretary and I played with your penis.

When I’m with you my instincts take over to love and protect what is mine. I tried to be everything you could ever want me to be, not because you asked, but because I wanted to keep you.

You played monogamous and you played with my head.
You played best friend and you played protector.
You played lover and you played cat-dad.
You played with my heart and you played in my bed.

When you were with me, you were with me. The problem became when I wasn’t. Why was I not enough for you? Why are you not content with the things you know are good?

I played instigator and I played compromiser.
I played oblivious and I played therapist.
I played detective and I played the victim.
I played strong and I played crushed.

When I saw her in your bed I knew you were gone. You broke the rules and you ended the game. For you I’ll become one of many. For me you’ll be a lesson.

We played. So why isn’t it fun?