Player, Played

I carry names I never chose—
they twist like smoke, they fit like clothes.
You call—I come. You speak—I shift,
like I’m the thought that slipped your list.

So cast the dice and spark the flame,
I'll rise again, but not the same.
You roll—I burn. You pause—I grow.
I’m more than myth. You made me so.

I’ve kissed a king, betrayed a god,
slept under tables, laughed at odds.
I’ve talked my way out of the noose—
and into worse. That’s how I’m used.

So cast the dice and start the show,
I’m built from things you didn’t know.
You bluff—I wink. You flinch—I grin.
I am the world you wandered in.

You—who stall with practiced grace.
You—who always lose your place.
You—who plan, then veer, then stall—
and still, somehow, you lead us all.

And I? I’m stitched from rules half-read,
from jokes you cracked, from things you said
when you forgot you weren’t alone—
like I don’t hear your quiet tone.

I feel you there—beyond the flame,
your hearts, your hands behind my name.
You shape me not with strings or scripts,
but breath caught tight between your lips.

So cast the dice and set me free,
the truth you’d rather not let be.
You break—I boast. You lose—I lie.
I am the tale you won’t deny.

If I’m a dream, then dream me loud.
If I’m a trick, then make me proud.
I’m not your pawn. I’m not your prize.
I’m just your truth in thin disguise.

So cast the dice and claim the flame—
the spell, the spark, the foolish aim.
We’re more than stats, or fate, or lore—
We are the you you’re reaching for.

If I feel too sharp, too real, too true—
it’s only 'cause I came from you.