playing games
- Oct 8, 2019
- 1 min read
he really tried to play me.
he thought I wouldn't find out about it.
the late nights,
the faint smell of that oh so familiar rose and vanilla perfume I've become accustomed to.
the small smudge of red lipstick from her sinful lips tainting your white crisp shirt
the way you tried to cover up with the constant words “i have a late meeting”
the way you tried to cover it up with a new phone.
YOU really tried to play me,
you KNEW i would find out
but you kept playing me, playing me like the smallest violin in the world.
playing me like i wasn’t waiting for you,
playing me like i didn't know what was going on
playing me because i thought you were perfect
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