Blink

You say
You don’t play games
But you draw me in
I never know
I’m being played
Until you blink
And the game ends
You always blink first
Always
I’m left
To build the wall
I need to protect
Me from you
Until
The next time
You reach for me
Your eyes softening
As you smile
The past
Fades away
The wall crumbles
And the wicked game
Begins once more

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