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I Hate the Player and the Game

I loathe you-

    I especially hate your face-

        But, I really hate that I miss
          
              The salty way that your lips taste-

 

I hate all your hurtful lies-

      That are cleverly hidden behind-

               Charmingly deceptive 
       
                        Clear, blue eyes-

 

Such a careless, inattentive lover-

      I really should have guessed-

            That you were too good to be true

                     & Of course,
  
                           you were hidding "others"-

 

You take off and you leave-

       Disappearing somewhere into the night-

              Just as I naitievly thought
 
                    Everything was begaining- 

                           To start to feel right- 

 

I really dont think that your able to care-

        About anybody else-

              Because in this life-

                     Your just in it alone-
 
                            Only caring about yourself-
   
           -Erin Anderson 04/20/2012

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Beata Agustin

April 12, 2026 at 12:25 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.