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Rebekah Walker Apr 2020
We played together
when I was too young to remember.
You fed and clothed me,
not that you had a choice.
You were my parents
before I knew I was missing one.
You held me when I cried
and brushed my tangled hair.

We played together,
running around outside,
eating inedible things,
dancing in the rain.

We fought each other.
I was the smallest,
but you made me feel taller.
I was the traffic cop
when I was too little to ride a bike.

We fought each other.
I cried when you played without me.
I cried when you knocked over my castles,
but you always helped me rebuild them.

We cried together.
We felt each other's pain
and spoke with silence
when words were not enough.

We fought each other.
I was too little to understand, you said.
We kicked and hit each other.
I said I'd tell. I never did.

We played together,
even when the others stopped playing.
Even when they left and didn't come back.
You made me laugh so I forgot.

We played together
until one day, we stopped.
We didn't want to play,
not even for a little while.

We still fought each other.
We ignored each other
until we got lonely
and forgot to stay mad.

We still cried together
when we could hear screaming
and yelling through the walls.

We still had each other,
until we didn't.
You didn't want to fight or cry
with me anymore.

We don't play together.
I sit alone and wonder
about the fun
you guys have together.

We don't fight each other,
but my mind is always at war.

We don't cry together.
I sit and I cry alone.
But sometimes, I remember
that we played together.
Marietta Ginete Mar 2020
Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.
how are you all dealing with quarantine? i’m still here getting played.
Kaledyn Nov 2019
I apologise but I had to ask
Why you keep playing?
I mean I ain't tryna play games
But you be playing with my heart bro
I mean I get that life with the bros
be different from what we share
But consider me bruh
I didn't sign up for yo' spotlight
I really thought it would be me and you
But you had to ruin that moment when you ditched me for her
Wait. Does it help you sleep at night?
Do you feel pedratic when you do that?
Ohh I see, you tryna hide the coward in you huh?
But nah, you being pathetic and in the process
You really hurting my heart
I hope you do realise that eventually
But I ain't here forever though..

By:kaledynthinks
Being in a relationship whereby loyalty is one sided really hurts me..
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
You came in my life
with the words “I love you at first sight”
I should’ve known better for you had a hidden bowie knife.
Would you blame me if I believed in fairytales?
For I was so young and naive.

I did not reciprocate those feelings back,
Did you take it to your ego,
and decided to play that game?
or was that your intention all along?
Because you wore me down with kindness and care,
till I was soft and vulnerable.

Weaving your beautiful lies,
you got me to entrust my heart and soul.
Glamouring my vision over the months,
you wore down the walls
and got past the borders and guards.

You decided to take of the mask
and drop the truth like a bomb,
when I was defenseless, weak and unarmed.
For the caring and affectionate person I knew was all a facade
under which laid a deplorable and cynical soul.

Wearing me down till I was unfortified,
was a part of your maneuvering all along.
You reeled me in with care,
just so you can hurt me with a smite.

You broke my vision of what is all good in this world;
where kindness and care isn’t always itself,
but a way to get past the walls.
You made me taste the bitter after taste of those sweet words.
and scarred my innocent soul.

You broke her,
for she no longer sees kindness and care the same,
but fear the ones who show her kindness,
will do the same.
This is to the person who was never a lover but had his own motives to hurt. To the person who brought to light that words and actions aren’t always true. To the one who glamoured my vision, broke it sending a rushing aching pain through my nerves and veins. To the person who tore the petals of innocence and made me believe life isn’t always beautiful and honest. To the first person who made me taste bitterness, betrayal and pain to the core.
c May 2019
I’m not an object
And I am tired
Of always being played
Axel May 2019
you
1+1 equals 2
but I only know you+you ≠ truth
this is totally not a poetry,hahaha sorry
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