Orchestrated ego trips,

Timed presence,

Now you don’t even have words

For your psychological play.

You let me love you while you let go,

Came back and let me live your lie.

My one move—

A wall of silence.

Not withdrawal;

A command:

A powerful play—

But not an easy one.

Each move thereon

Made you more vulnerable,

Coaxed your anger,

And twisted your words,

I got to watch you unravel,

Firing texts like bullets of desperation,

The cards were once yours,

You’ve now nothing to hand.

It hurt? Good.

The wall had its use,

But now I smile and walk on,

Your attempts to win my attention now

Prove futile

Because you have nothing I want.

I see a starving, feral dog

with frightened eyes,

Helpless and ugly,

Wild without wisdom,

Craving scraps of my affection,

Winning nothing but pity.

If that.