The games we play

It hurts to know
That what we once had
Is there no more
And so I play
A terrible game
Where any riposte will do
Get a reaction, just the same

I play around
Plenty of women do
Messing around with you
To see what reaction
Comes through

My heart in some dark recess
Feels the pain of another
loss
But it is numb to your cries
Of “don’t do this”

I wish that I wasn’t
Betrayed
Eve’s betrayal
Her curse
That you are important
To me

So I mess with your head
Play with your mind
Desperately trying
To leave it all behind
To forget the past
Move ahead in time

What can I do, O dear brother of mine?