Playing favourites

Favourite, I said,
Smiles and empty kisses
Grown still on the air.
There is paper, pink paper,
It has my name on it.
And a heart, blood-
But it's not true.
Stop it, she said.
Playing favourites,
Because it's just a game,
Even if the board, tips, tips, slips-
Playing to your audience.
Favourite, I said,
Count me out, this round,
Stop to think.