Coincidence upon coincidence. 

Keep playing the same game, now long distance longing? 

A man you haven’t know for decades … again? 

Did he miraculously decide he loves you, though he’s had year upon year to declare it? 

And yet you believe the sudden interest? 

You still play the pity game, using me to snow your prospect from what you are. 

Does he want to save you, dearie, be your hero? 

No … he smells desperation and loneliness, knows he can use it.

And you feed it to him, sending him to confirm your lies for you. 

But if he read it all, he would know the truth,

Yet he doesn’t care about that—truth—that’s not what he’s after, 

And he will take your side no matter, play the role, placate, 

Yet another successful one with no one, which speaks volumes you refuse to hear. 

He will expect you to go to him, of course, because that’s all it’s about … as usual

Control. 

To have someone to own … anyone. 

But the group says you must. Keep it in the group. The groups that’s given you shit in love.

He’s the same as the other ones. 

He’s had years to profess any feeling, but a‘sudden his heart pangs? … Wonder why? 

Father … kids …. gone. Smell of lonilness. 

But you don’t, wrapped in ego and fantasy. You crave it, knowing it isn’t real. 

He is someone new to pity you, who can give you things, 

And that’s all that matters to you. 

Using me still for your games, to win a false love, 

One that will end in disaster in that hell of a place he lives. 

I know. I’ve lived there, and he is just like the others … every one you choose. 

But you will play your game all the same, lead him on, 

Hoping for a truth you can never have, because you are not honest, just looking to use.

Lead yourself right down the same path you’ve already tread. 

And, yet, it still eludes you, still, that you have not let go of me, 

Which should tell you what is right. But you defy what is right, 

Denial. 

You remain deaf to yourself, denying that I am your drive to sell yourself to one of them, to rub it in my face by taking another name of another man who doesn’t love you. 

And he will give you the things you want … But not real love … never that. 

Just an existence in an inferno, with stuff … the fake life you seek. 

Go take it then.