Dancing can lead to kissing,
and I don't want to be another tick on your list,
you won't check me out,
you won't have a done emoji next to my name.
while you keep pushing your luck,
and our bodies next to each other,
I have to keep my fake smile,
keep smiling and pretending all was good.
I know your game,
you are the player that seduces,
the gamer who gambles,
and always wins.
The more I know you, the less I like you,
everything is a game for you
to probe that you are better than the rest
that you deserve the best.
The more you expose your natural person
the more the darkness filters
through the cracks of your intentions
the more and more I lost interest.
The real you is unkind,
not the type of person I want to have a round,
I am done wasting my energy
in your judgments and negativity.
