on being played

Don’t play me or swathe me

or stretch my trust.

Don’t go for the kill

‘til you’ve proved enough.

You’ve got an agenda

that suits only you.

My naïve old heart

gets twisted and blue.

My soul will learn

what you leached from my life

with your grooming, your promise,

your complete lack of spine.

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