losing game

i call you boo
and you call me that too
we text all day
and joke and play
you can make me smile
even though i haven't seen yours in a while
it all seems so simple and fun
but hasn't this been done?
a relationship repeat
has again become my heart's beat
by why?
because i still want to fly?
if that's true,
then why am i anchoring myself to you?
clearly you're not going anywhere
so why am i allowing myself to care?
another impossible fate;
it's all i seem to date
it's like i'm playing a game where i inevitably must choose
knowing all along that we'll both lose