you come
you go
back and forth
a pendulum perhaps
or chutes and ladders
you trifle with my heart
as though a toy
if your feelings oscillate
why then should we osculate
except to say goodbye
my enthusiasm waning
for this waiting is so draining
while I don't wish to be complaining
I don't wish to be a pawn
in a game I wasn't playing
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