He had me writing words I never thought I'd say..
My biggest nightmare became the day
he'd choose to finally walk away.

He was a master at the art.
Finding his happiness while
breaking hearts.

The one you could see
that was perfectly damming..
but jumped anyway while
praying for a soft landing.

Holding onto everything special
between you two..
As he so often used
every game he knew.

Mr Assertive ...
knowing just the way you liked it..
Mr. Mystery...
so intriguing, alluring and inviting ..
Mr. Punisher ..
the intoxication of exactly what you craved.
Mr. Lucifer ..
clipping wings just so he could toss them away.

He'll have you wrapped up in him,
spinning on cloud nine..
Then by the end,
clutching at your chest
wishing you could die.

Does he hate to love or does he love to hate..?
Leaving only to reappear on chosen dates.

But in the midst ...
you'll never fully learn to be able to walk away

Because you're damned ...
addicted to the dangerous game he plays