Getting trinkets while i give gems
Is why i call love a game.
Taking time to look beyond “fine”
While you use pick up lines.
I do foreplay like casting for a play,
You use lines memorised yesterday.
I scream at night life’s not fair,
You go out pretend you don’t care.
I get high from the look in her eyes
You get by planning to lie.
This is how you kill a poet,
And now you know it.