Question

Here's something I wrote yesterday... Might be something you guys can relate to..... well hope you like it
Title of Poem: Love
Love…
The kind of thing that makes us fall
A little too fast a little too hard
It brings us to our knees
Makes us fall apart
Yet, we keep believing
That maybe this time it'll be different,
Just to get hurt again
Those fairytales I believed in a long time ago
Is just another form of make-believe.
Trust…
I'm known to trust too easily
To let people in, let them see the real me
I get too close, they keep leaving
And I can't help but wonder
"What is wrong with me?!?"
I know I'm not perfect
Heck, no one really is
But you keep leaving me for someone else
I see it, I'm not stupid.
Why do you always have to lie to my face?
Give it to me straight,
It'll save me from the pain
It's not like it's the first time anyway
Not the first time people have broken me
Made me feel like a fool for giving a damn.
But after all this time,
It finally makes sense.
You never really wanted me
It was nothing but a game
You are one of my many mistakes….
You got tired
I winded up being something you played
But this is no longer a game for two
Times up
I'm done being used….

Answer 1

I felt every word of this. I'm tired of being used as well. Just hit me up if you need help. I'm here Great job!!!

Answer 2

nice