It was a game.
It was a game you’ve been playing. A game where you’ve chosen the oblivious players.
It was a game.. The fake acts you feed them, the lies your players hold onto.
It was a game where you took pleasure in choosing who will win or lose.
It was a game. Being the game master on your own where you led the players into trusting their life with yours. Letting them believe in destiny and coincidences.
You think it was a game, turning your lovers into players. Their emotions into your satisfaction.
You think it was all a game. Their drinking of all your sweet lies. Their thinking of living the meaning of love.
No, it isn’t.
How dare you starting all of this. Screw you for hurting people who least deserve it.