what was i to you? was i just another girl for you to use or is what you told me really true?
and when i asked you if i was a side piece to your game of love you denied my accusation. this was just a white lie wasn't it?
you used me. no more excuses. come clean.
now i wonder if a man will ever truly love me, or if all i will ever be is a game piece discarded once im not needed anymore.
~foolish girl, quit playing with boys youll never win~
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Savanna Mapes
Hi! I'm Savanna I'm 19 years old and I'm currently working on my first ever poetry book! It's titled "Café Thoughts" and I'm planning on having it done by winter of 2021.
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