it's funny
how you play me
and my emotionsyou seem to think i'm clueless
about you
and heryes
i know about her
and now that i think about it
maybe it isn't as funny
as i thoughtit's actually kind of sad
you won't tell me anything
about yourself
that might reveal her existenceshe's pretty
prettier than i am
she also seems so niceshe's also your girlfriend
and i'm notwhen are you going to admit to it
that you've just been playing her
and me
like a fiddle
or any other instrument
i won't let myself be hurt
not again
not by a boy like youi need someone who will treasure me
not someone who screws with girls emotionssomeone who will love me
and openly show that they donot someone like you
who avoids the fact that the girl
you supposedly love even existsso stop
and reevaluate yourself
your life
your decisionsbecause i won't stick around
especially when it's my heart that's at riskthis is it
this is my goodbye to you.
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Dreaming In Reverse {a collection of original poetry}
Poetrypo•et•ry || noun || a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems.