Dear Player

Dear Player,

I feel used, forgotten, ashamed, and broken. You will never know how much you flooded my hear with guilt. The late night mistakes have turned into burned images in my mind. Have they faded in yours? You will never know how badly I am hurt. The way you never seem to care at all the wrong moments, a trait I was once attracted too, is now just a reminder all of lovers past; a sign of insanity. Repeating the same action expecting a different result.
You incarcerated my soul, when all I wanted was your heart. I am free now, not from my mistakes, but from the person who made them. For every one of you that brings me down, soils me like the sheets on those days, is a lesson learned. I’ve always been a slow learner. So thank you, keeper, I am a free bird now. I am sorry though, for you are not free. You are trapped in the endless game you play with everyone who cares about you. All games have a loser, I can only hope it is you, for only then will you be as free as I am.

Sincearly,
The Played