Fair Game

What is it about me
That tells you I’m fair game?
To be walked all over
And broken apart
Time and time again?

Why can’t I see the red flags
When they’re waving right in front of me?

I guess I’m colour blind
Or maybe I’m just naive

My loneliness seeps out of me
And it’s heroin
to the ones who crave it

They put the pieces back together…
tentatively
calculating
a challenge

For the high 
of having something beautifully broken
to shatter once again
in their own cunning way