Standard of measurement

Here I go again...

Knowing you should not be trusted
All the same, my walls have rusted
Behind the smoke, ocean blue
I feel worthless thanks to you.

Damn this heart and wishful thinking
My insides are idly shrinking
You talk s**t, I drink it like water
I am smitten, born to suffer.

Not first, surely not last
Another actor in your cast
Who knows which is better?
I hate both, game and player.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

When you play the game ( or associate wth
the player) You are prbably going to
get the name.
All platitudes aside it is a shame that we
can`t have a level playing field. It seems
that all couples are mismatched. Sad.
Game aside, you are a gifted writer and
this is great writing.
----- John

[Kyle]

This is an excellent poem. I like the raw emotion too.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Very good expression of your feelings ... dont ever be in a game in which you dont like the rules ... you will end with an empty feeling and pain .. Yossi

[whispereversolightly]

Good for you, there are some that don't realize this.

[Hotwater]

Cheers for the read! who of us get beguiled by the words of a "poet"!!
Enjoyed!
*bird*