Playing for something

I have a question for you, is it fun playing with someone's heart? Because you do it so frequently to me as if that's what keeps you alive. Stop hurting me with your venom of fake love, fake sayings, fake feelings. I fell into your trap twice and got hurt with yours words that come out of that  mouth I kissed with feelings. The third time has come, I still love you, same feelings for you. You say this is true love but your talking about the shitty definition because your love for me fake. This round it will be different, I'm not the one getting hurt, I've been through it to much now, you said you never stopped loving me, but you didn't love me, you just didn't want to be alone, or maybe I was just good for your ego. or maybe I just made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love me, I know that because you don't hurt the one you love. So the next time you text or call me prove that you love me or don't because like Marlyln Monroe once said  " a girl doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her."

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