Not Playing The Game

It's true
I'm attracted to him
His smile
His quiet demeanor
The good man I see him to be
But I don't want a man
Who don't want me.
Now that wasn't what his
Words professed in the beginning
Wasn't what his body said
When he was leaning
Wasn't what his finger were feeling
When he was running them
Across my 'fro around
My perfectly shaped head.
Must be a disconnect
In that thinking
That thought he could
Have it all
While giving very little.
This ain't that game
I don't know how to play
Where pawns move
And mates get checked
This is my heart at stake
And he can't have it if I
Don't cross the line.