The Game of Love

I grew up with my Dad and many, many, moms. This is what he taught me.

A fine example I bequeathed on how to play the game.

You were the Master.

I observed the love'm and leave'm tactic first hand.

Very well played.

I was often your segway to the next victim.

"Shes so cute!" they swooned,

"Here let me help you do that."

The helpless father move. Clever.

Conquests you wore on your sleeve along with the smirk on your face.

I was proud. My Dad could break the bank every time.

I never saw the destruction left in your wake until I looked in the mirror.

Wait a minute. I owned a bank.

I learned that I can't be loved. Not just for being me and there is no forever.

Because women age and the form of mens fantasies dont. 

The mere mention of feelings forfit the game.

So I never shared them.  Crying meant he gets to roll again.

No questions, thats was a no brainer.

I could be the woman all men wanted.

I would be greatly desired and would never be lonely

Like the poor losers of Daddy's games. I knew how to play.

I drew the beauty card, that was just luck.

At fifteen I was wise beyond my years.

Coy was just Dad's charm handed down.

For years I played superbly. Never lost a game. I never needed be lonely. Always had what I needed and never wanted for anything.

Until I saw genuine love.  Real touching and feeling I saw from other players and thier men. I longed for that. I wanted that!  What are the rules?  How do you play?

These were the losers I was asking. Was I stupid?  I'd never heard of this. Actually tell men I wanted them to stay? Say that I need them to hold me?  Wow.

I tried my hand at this new game and thought I'd found that Love.  That prize I was looking for. Now, 18 years and three kids later. I drew the age card. I'd lost my form.

Staying in the game was harder than it had ever been and My Love played me under the table.

He'd won and I'm the lonesome loser.

Dad warned me in a way. But I dont wanna play anymore. So now cold b***h is my name and Im no good at any game. I will teach my girls they have the power, they own the bank.  I will teach them to seek out the invester not the thief to win the game. 

As for my father, I think he's met his match in someone his own age who is playing him. I wonder if he knows.

Men take what they need and move on.