You lie, and cheat,
desecrating everything,
at every turn.
And you're a bitch for it.
You steal, and loot,
somehow managing
to find a way out.
You're a thief for it.
You smile saccharine
and reach to break
yet another heart.
Well, guess what?
I refuse.
I'm not your toy,
your plaything.
You will not steal
this paper heart of mine,
nor will I listen
to all your lifeless words.
I've been hurt
far too many times
and paid the price,
with all those tears.
But no, I will not cry over you
or miss your cold touch.
I will not wish to feel stone lips
or to see your vile grin again.
You and I, we're over.
'Cuz the price is just too high
to go 'round on this ferry wheel
yet another time.
Are you happy now?
Now that you're left alone
with all your pretty dolls
to use, defile,
and torture so sweetly.
No, I see you whimpering,
crying on the floor like a lost pup.
Wandering around,
looking for your favorite girl.
Well, she's gone.
I'm not another doll,
for you to bend and twist.
I'm better than that,
by hell or high water I'll prove it.
My first step?
Ridding myself of you.
Author notes
This was written for the 100 themes challenge over on deviantART. You pick a list of 100 objects/emotions/phrases and have to do a work on it. You can use any media, art, poetry, prose, etc.. It's actually really fun. ^_^
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this is a great poem keep up the good work
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Wow what a great poem I liked it a lot your a great writer keep it up.
Amber -
oh, this is so powerful. I just can't say it enough.
this poem is soo going down in my favorites! -
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THANKS!!!!
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