Games Of Love Poem by Natasha Sharma

There is a fire in his eyes,
When he sees me with other guys;
I mock him by fooling around,
For the buried love, he denies.

The lights go dim, the songs slow,
Someone pulls me close, I go with the flow;
His face twitches with a sharp pain;
More shots and he recovers, now the mask won't blow.

Yet again I lose the game,
His twisted love I can never tame;
Hence, I carry on my wayward ways,
Tonight another victory I'll claim.