Tuesday, 9 April 2013


Don't come at me with your revelations
I knew what you were before you ever did
Your breezy nature and easy smiles
And your impetuousness that I desired
Anything to not be me for a while
Even when we spun out of control
I don't accept a lack of commitment, though
Any more than I accept a need for freedom
You grow bored with anything that
Isn't bright and shiny; like a cat pouncing after
Sudden movement
You play the part of the eager lover well, my dear
But we both know love isn't what you want
You played me like a hand of poker
Like the many hands you've played before
So don't pretend you're anything unique
I've been hurt by the likes of you before

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