I had the ball in my hands, holding on to it quite tightly I would say. I got up, walked slowly with my new shoes, Bouncing the ball a little, Got the rhythm, bounced the ball a little more, From a far end, You came towards me, Your smile, captivating, Your touch, seducing.
Within moments, I lost control over the ball, You took over swiftly, I ran along following your footsteps, Trying to grab back the ball, Never succeeded, You were obviously better in the game.
We continued to play, You leading, you controlling But it was okay, The heat was on, The adrenaline rush, the excitement You got me hooked, I stayed in the court.
Your tricky moves, I'm not blind not to notice, Your manipulative motives behind those seducing stares to distract my attention, I'm not foolish not to know, But the heat was on, I stayed in.
You continued taking full charge of the ball, Tactfully gliding across all four corners, With the ball still in your hands, I went nearer, I want the ball back, Give the ball back to me.
You continue bouncing the ball, I jumped into the space, to reach for it, You pushed me away, Onto the ground. How could you.
I fell, my knees hurt, You went straight to the net, Jumped for it, Goal. The ball went right into the net, And left bouncing on the ground, Reducing in momentum after each bounce.
And you're going to leave, just like that? You invited me to play a game I never wanted to play, You controlled the whole game, manipulating all its rules, You led me into this, Into this uninvited game.
You're walking away With no sense of sympathy, empathy You took my ball, played with it and then toss it aside I am hurt, do you even care? You pushed me down, in your game, Have you got no explanation? No apology?
It's alright, I won't demand for it, You have played the game well, Indeed, A game well played, player But I want you to pay the price, For this game.
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