The Game

You ask me the reason yet you are the one who could know despite asking,

You are the one for I cease the concept of me,

You are the reason yet I have forgotten the definition of reason,

The concept here is you and yet I shiver in the name of belief.

The mere thought of losing you depresses the past,

However the thought of seeing you frightens the present.

Still the past was a daydream and the future I conceive is the nightmare.

You might say these words are mere writings of literature but how to survive these when they are the reality I live in.

What is left to say when I already know,

What is left to do when nothing can be retaliated.

So let's just end this game.

The game of my life.

The game of your words.