I never knew how bad it would hurt when you left me.
How you ripped my heart from inside of me at your own convenience.
This was all a game to you.
You played me like a carefully tuned instrument.
Plucking each string with a precision that even the gods would be jealous of.
I moved to the beat of your lies like a dancer attached to a string.
I ignored every warning sign telling me to turn back while I still could,
but your eyes held me captive.
I feel like such a fool for falling under your trap so easily.
But then again, I was only a deer while you were the hunter.
I stood no chance against your golden gun.
But still,
I'll always try to avoid your bullets.
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