I fixed it right
then break my wing
again, only this time
it's the other one

And I see you
a broken one too
I return a smile
yet notice that your
eyes pushed the grin
through me and everything

This farce ends abruptly
as you realize that
I've discovered your game
and I play well

"Winner gets next game"
loser of the contest
breaks the cynic chain
to emerge better; you
lose and the next
smile is real, but
mine goes through you

I forced you to lose, to flee, to be
and the victor gets an inverse prize
I choose to leave you forever free
after one last splash in your living eyes