I am not a toy.
Though you like to play with me.
I have feelings.
Even though you don’t care to see.
I can hurt.
And you can cause pain.
I have ears.
I hear you flirt.
I have eye’s.
I see you cheat.
I have a heart.
It breaks often whenever I’m by your side.
I can’t leave you.
But it seems easy for you to leave me.
I’m in love with you.
You don’t love me, do you?
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Ah I see. Well it was nice. I like EVERY kind of poetry on here. As long as it expresses how you feel/think it is remarkable.