A Player (poem)

I know how to be a player.

They are full of layers.

The point is you’re not supposed to care.

Every little word they say flows with the air.

Others breathe it.

Others need it.

It will take them a second to believe it

Because players are just so charming.

Even though there are other things they’d rather be accomplishing.

You’ll never see

Until they quickly force your heart free.

In the past, all players have felt their own defeat.

Nobody can see their weak,

But there’s going to be a human being

That can look deep,

And just finally see.

A player is not a player without a goal to reach.

They are tired of being the one to break.

Hoping for a kiss to erase the mistakes.


Thoughts? Suggestions? Let me know in the comments below. Thanks for using your time to read this. You’re still breathing, so stay strong. Goodbye.


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