Please allow me to speak up for what you did to me, <br />when you played God and trampled on my insecurities. <br />It started on the day your kisses felt cold on my lips, <br />and I was too caught up and blinded by my ignorance. <br /> <br />I never would have guessed that I was only being used. <br />You fit the role so well, I never expected it to come from you, <br />and then you twisted the truth only to make me look bad, <br />but you’ll be sorry once you realize what you really had. <br /> <br />You’re not a man, <br />you’re just someone who thinks he can own girls. <br />You’re so full of it <br />and you’ll never know what true love is. <br />One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realize you’re alone, <br />you’ll grow old and you won’t have someone there. <br />One day you’ll wake up and you’ll realize what you lost, <br />but when you crawl back I swear I wouldn’t care. <br /> <br />You keep thinking life’s a game and that you’re winning it, <br />but honestly you’re just too arrogant and full of shit. <br />Just keep ignoring every girl you ever trampled on, <br />‘cause who am I to blame you if you somehow ‘did no wrong’? <br /> <br />I should have listened when they warned me not to fall for you. <br />You promised everything but obviously you had no clue, <br />and it’s clear to see you never learn from your mistakes. <br />It must be hard to really love someone if you’re a fake!<br /><br />Loraine Lotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fake-71/
