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Dec 2015
Swept off my feet
At first sight,
I did everything
That you wanted.
We danced and
We played and
We frolicked around;
Then you got
Distant and cold.
Then you left,
And my heart,
My heart broke.
You came back
And my heart,
It became whole.
I was happy.
You left again,
And I was
Sad, not broken.
You didn’t return.
I moved on.
I later learned
That you were
Playing with me
And my heart.
You needed me
More than I
Really needed you.
You thought that
It was a game,
But that’s okay.
You can have
Your petty games;
I’m not playing anymore.
Mica Kluge
Written by
Mica Kluge  25/F/Appalachia
(25/F/Appalachia)   
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