Only A Game To You Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

You think it's all fun and games,
playing with a girl's heart.
But two?
You find it beyond imaginability.
So much fun,
so much attention and love.
You want people to know
you own the heart of
not one
but TWO girls.
But if I were you,
I would be careful
and tread lightly.
For if you are not
you will find
you do not have the love
of either girl.
The one of before
is broken and hurt,
easily sent off the edge.
She's losing patience with the world,
you make her suffer.
Yet she only feels
like it's her fault.
She would take the blame
for anything.
So that it did not fall on you.
She hates being second best
but she has come to accept it.
Look, you only posses one heart now,
because the heart of the other
died in your hands.

Nov.-17-09