She told me that I had to play the game,
Like love was some sort of arcade machine.
Or else, they wouldn’t remember my name,
And I’d be part of the men left unseen.
And I told her love wasn’t just some sport,
Where men won women like they won trophies.
It was more like a queen and king in court,
Who fell in love because they were lonely.
But with a small, wry, smile, she replied
“Well then go learn to play your game of thrones,
Though I think you’ll find you win or you die.”
And with that, she turned and left me alone.
And as I played I found myself a king,
But she told me that I’d lost a good thing.
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