A Politic's Score

it's like we're politicians,
always opposing eachother,
in theory opposites attract,
but now you're idea is to contract,
what you want is what you get,
and if those expectations aren't met,
it's me who takes the blame,
and i begin to wonder if it's just your shame rubbing off on me

we're as close as we'll ever be,
you say you're proud of me for actually holding on,
you've been hurt but so have i,
and now i really feel as though this is just a game,
one you've played before,
because if you look at the score,
the notches in your bedpost show more than i've ever seen,
so i'd love it if you'd care to explain exactly what this means

i won't soothe your pain when it comes to this,
i'm not going to be something you'll miss,
so tell me, do my actions really matter?
you're going to leave whether i want you to or not,
all i can do is smile and hope it's worthwhile,
while you sleep the day away,
i lay awake regretting these past hours,
as the sweetest thing i've ever tasted turns sour.


UNFINISHED.