life is a game.

You told me,

"life is a game."

I guess

I was your toy,

your favourite plaything

and

that's why,

before you left me,

you said to me,

"You were a good friend."

Thinking back,

yes,

I really was.

You tried to play me,

with deception,

playing with your words.

"were"

you knew,

that you were going to leave me

and I would no longer be a good friend to you.

you were ready to move on.

even though,

I was a good friend,

still am

that's the thing,

so,

in that one statement,

two truths, one lie.

Don't I know,

life is a game.