I thought this time it would be different, that a happily ever after would be given to me but I guess fairytales were never for me.
All this time I thought you cared little did I know I was just another victim of your lies. I should say you truly are the greatest puppetier because I never noticed the strings on your fingers .
All along I thought my heart was tied to yours but I realized only when it was too late that it was tied to your fingers.
I can't blame you for this though, it was my "love" made me blind, my judgement that was clouded all because you handed me 3 simple yet expensive words.
I thought I had found something special but the feeling I have right now is proof that none of it was ever real.
I was just a game you played mercilessly well.
I was a toy, one which you liked in the beginning but grew tired of it.
Nothing about our time do I want to remember, but because there is no reset button I have to live with this stashed at the back of my mind.
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Finding My Voice
Poesía🦄 Art is subjective. I love writing, reading and sharing. My biggest regret would be me not sharing. I write for my sake and no one else. I hope you enjoy this collection and if not, I hope you find something you like somewhere else, but don't f...
