You string me along
Like Mardi Gras beads
Tossed in the air 
Blown in the breeze.

No regard or respect
No love or concern
Everyday is the same 
The crash and the burn.

No one to blame
I relinquished control
Played into your hands
I gave you my soul.

The nights in your bed
The shame that I felt
You made me beg
At your feet … while I knelt.

No sense of self worth
No pity on me
Why wouldn’t I want
Or demand to be free?

A date with the devil
I should have known
You were so callous 
Cold to the bone.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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