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Played Like a Game
Completely shell shocked I ponder,
Trying to absorb all the information I wonder,
Was it all a game and was you for real?
Suddenly all of this drama feels so surreal.
As your cruel words crush my tear flooding heart,
No sooner do you cowardly run and depart.
Leaving me bewildered , speechless, and bruised,
Analysing your actions that my brain has fused,
I’m questioning your endless contradictions.
Still concluding that I was one of your addictions.
Because pushing forward so fast was down to you,
This aided your bombshell, from out of the blue.
What was this all? Just a big mistake?
What was the point of all this heartache?
I feel stupid and naive for believing you,
Now realising it was all part of your “woo“.
Pursuing your obsessions with lie after lie,
Just for the chase as you thrive to gratify.
Gratification of yourself and your own insecurities,
I can hear you echoing your “me, me, me, me’s“.
Selfishly and lacking compassion you end it,
Because the truth is, your thrill has played its bit.
This was never love for you just a big game,
And unfortunately I was just the next name.
Care cant vanish in an instant unless it was all fake,
Making it abundantly clear it was for your own sake.
As this all unravels I can see your true face,
I’m expecting more lies but I will still hold my grace.
I wont sink to your depth whatever is to follow,
As you play your self pity, enjoying the wallow.
Revelling in sympathy you thrive on attention,
Twisting the truth, knowing I cannot mention,
And if I confer, you would spread your web of lies,
And turn on the water works …surprise, surprise.
Desperate to remain your reign as the “nice guy”
Seeking solace and using everything you have to justify.
But endless excuses doesn’t excuse human behaviour,
And hiding behind conditions and disorders does not waiver,
Fact is you have many issues, one with commitment,
And seemingly you would rather live in your own torment.
I should have trusted my instincts from the beginning,
Then now instead of crying I would be singing.
By Dayna Bower


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