Poems by Amanda Duffner

The Player

a poem by

Amanda Duffner

He’ll meet you and sweep you off of your feet;
He’s nice and he’s funny, so cute and so sweet.
Surprisingly, he likes the same things as you;
He does all the things that you love to do.
He’s the perfect guy, the one of your dreams;
You belong together, or so it seems.
He looks in you eyes, and plays with your hair;
He tells you that he’ll always be there.
His touch is so soft, his hold is so tight;
His words are so soothing, his kiss is just right.
You ditch all your friends for you new obsession;
You don’t even realise your future is full of depression.
You think that you love him, you give him your heart;
Little do you know that he’ll tear it apart.

You do what he wants, you know its not good;
You told him slow down, and you think he understood.
You let it slide by, he’s just having fun;
You’ll learn to like it as time goes on.
He’s taken your heart, and locked it away;
And you see him with a different girl the next day.
You cry and you grieve, but then you forgive;
He won’t do it again for as long as he lives.

At this point, you’ve fallen into his trap;
He has all control when you’re in his lap.
You believe he’s sorry, you’re together again;
You give him a chance, he’s your only friend.
You’re right where he wants you, he molds you like clay;
And you see him with girl number three the next day.
He got what he wanted, accomplished his goal;
He still has your heart, which he evilly stole.
He’s taken your purity, you still can’t believe;
You feel hurt and cheap and extremely naive.

If only your hair was blond and straight;
If only you look like you lost some weight
If only your clothes were a little bit tighter;
If only your teeth a little bit whiter.

You know he’s an ass, but you still want him back;
And you grieve about all of those qualities you lack.
All you wanted was to have some fun;
Now you wish that this whole thing had never begun.

You wish that one day you’ll see him cry;
That one day he’ll know how he killed you inside.
But you know that he won’t, ‘cause he’s numb to pain;
He’ll be with some girl while you cry and complain.

Beware of the players, they’ll steal your heart;
And they’ll give it back once its all torn apart.
Don’t let them suck you into their game;
‘Cause once you lose, you’re never the same.

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