This game that we play...

This game that we play,
Of stabbing and lashing,
When I am about to lose,
And you simply win.
I cannot throw my king,
When you are with,
that damn good queen.

This game that we play,
Charades it is?
You guess or I do.
All but pricking and bleeding.
Or simply sneering,
This endless banter,
We just gain nothing.

This game that we play,
You cry or I do.
Nothing to keep me stay.
This pushing and slapping.
Why should I hold on to?
You got your back,
I don't want me back.

This game that we play,
Is almost over.
Tired, exhausted, enough.
I have my defeat to lick.
You have my retreat to feast.
Take your laugh,
I take my tears.