Game of Heart

the game of heart. my love, my art. if i let you win we can restart. before the photographs of you and me were burning in my palms, i lit the match to burn your core and when it spreads there's no stopping my love, my art. must we restart? in this game of heart you'll surely win. and i will stay vacant. go to the place where mind is white. smitten with the half truth's and the half love of a has been, living in a past life like your last "wifey". you'll remember me in the cigarette burns marking up your skin, i get that deep in. just so you feel it and remember the pain. and when it hurts, i hope it leaves a stain. i want the truth to burn holes in your brain. just like how you left me, i want you insane.