You don't have to tell me

You talk to me as a friend, yet you look at me in ways words cannot describe. I can't really explain it,but it hurts like hell when you don't. I can't prescribe, If only I could. Your like an irregular dose of disorder. Showing up every time I think it's over. It's like you can tell when I'm sober. I beg for you to decrease my dosage. but I guess you want me right were I am. Right were I am physically ok but emotionally drunk on you. Fire and Ice, this game were playing. Simple to the eyes, complex to understand. Call it an ulterior motive,cause that's really what it is. I can't read your mind, neither can I read between the lines. I'd like to physically pretend that I'm competent, cause emotionally I'm vulnerable. Vulnerable to everything around me including you. You don't have to tell me,I already know. Already know that I'm losing, losing you even though I never had you. If only I could,but then again I brought this up on myself. You don't have to tell me,I already know. Your the sports man, only you can win in this game of two.