A Loveless Game Poem by Gwen Mathers
A Loveless Game
‘Baby, ’ you called me
Then said, ‘sorry’
‘How can I make it up to you? ’
How ‘bout you stop
Turn around and walk
I mean it this time we’re through
My heart you shattered
Does it even matter?
Obviously not
Millions of tears
After how many years?
All of my nerves are shot
Countless excuses
You are so useless
Find someone else to play
I’m not a game
Quit messing with my brain
Please just leave, don’t stay
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5/4/2024 1:52:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well said. Sometimes the milk is sour. It is best then to move on rather than say to yourself, 'MMM, I think I'll have another glass of that! '