Game Changer

When you came into the room the music stopped. You stole my smile and tucked it into the back pocket of your jeans; the ones that we'd find on my floor every Saturday morning. Morning, how could I forget those? I'd be in the kitchen while you're in my bed tossing and turning in your sleep. Bed. Our bed. My bed. The one I'm still forced to sleep in after catching you with someone you thought was much prettier than me. But don't worry I've put caution tape around my heart so people know it's a crime scene not worth investigating. One to skip over as if the victim didn't hurt that bad but I'm the victim and I'm still bleeding from that stab in the back. Maybe you forgot. The pain I was in. The tears, the yelling, the fighting, and even the begging. Begging you to come back. Begging you not to go for someone I knew was much better than me. But you did. And so now I'm standing across the floor from you, and I'm smiling again. You don't know why but you smile back and try to steal me all over again. But what you don't know, is this time you're getting played. C.