People say, “No pain. No Game.”

That somehow we must

Commit pain for the game.

Why must feel

The grief, the ache, the discomfort

Be the counterpart to

The match, the sport, the struggle

Is life supposed to be consume

With pain and no comfort?

 

My life was never comfort.

I had no father,

To tuck me into bed

Or to check for the monsters.

What I had was a man,

Which I mean a homo sapien,

Not a being to be respective.

A Man that renounce

His love for me.

As if trying to tear his child into pieces,

Which I mean pieces,

That could shed tears of blue,

Not cast smiles of joy.

 

So for years to come,

I could not fabricate

The reasons why.

Why can’t he love me? Why do I want his love?

Why can’t he be a father? Why do I feel this way?

And the only logical conclusion for me,

Other than filicide,

That what he condemn

On me,

Was not to love.

 

Love only, ever, always get in the way.

It runs your heart

On a one way path

That only leads to a brick wall.

Because love work in mystery ways.

 

But, unfortunately, I was young,

And because I wanted to feel treasured,

And because I kind of like you,

I let you into my heart.

I… let you into my inner sanctorum.

And from there I was doomed.

 

I saw your pain.

And I help nurse the scratches

Of grief that people inflicted on you

Back to health.

I thought you would heal for me too.

But love is a one way path.

And my brick wall was right around the corner.

 

Love does not always last, but,

I thought ours would endure!

You played me like I was a fool!

You told me

That you

Cannot see your life

Without me!

Tell me!

How is your life now without me?

Are you happy that, I,

Gave my heart to you,

And you,

Took it to a faraway kingdom.

 

“No Pain, No game.”

As they say,

I guess they are correct.

I played the game,

And I definitely had the pain.