You gave me soft words,
gentle touches and tender kisses.
Then turned around
and caused me pain.
I fell for you,
my own fault.
I was warned,
you couldn't be true.
I asked for honesty,
you gave me lies.
I asked for love,
you gave me a facade.
Everything I gave to you was true,
and in return you gave me fallacies.
You played me,
I was your fool.
The chase, the wooing,
were naught but a game to you.
And that game was
worth more to you
than the prize.
I can only hope one day,
maybe soon,
you will feel
what you gave to me.
Heartache.














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