You shouldn't have let me see your scorecard.
I know you keep it in your back pocket.
You mark it every time you win a round
Every time someone cries because of you
Or gasps in pain and hopeless confusion
Every time you're on top.
Am I a player in your game too?
I want to see if my name is on your scorecard.
When you make me laugh
Or tell you I love you
Is that because then you get more points when you take me down?
I'm walking away from this.
Mark your card.
You win by forfeit.
© Andrea Grace