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Playing

I’ve been playing with my feelings, so hard.

I’ve cried over things that should be in the grave of my yard.

I see myself as a loser when I wake up with no pleasure,

But he says oh my darling you’re art.

Sharing my memories, my undisputed feelings,

With you I feel home, I feel safe in your arms.

A vessel full of water, I am thirsty for his love,

When I see him with his lover,

my heartache feels like no sensation,

But my darling I know one thing it’s all miscommunication.

It was never you, it was never your outrage,

It was me destroying our relationship with my rage.

As I’ve been playing with my feeling, so hard.

-Riya Shah©

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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