The Player

Susan Sosbe
You're holding on to precious pain
just like a jealous lover
You touch her heart
You rape her mind
You'll never love another
I see you now
You play the game
As coldness numbs your heart
You tell the lies
She wants to hear
She lets you play the part
And when the show is over
Take your bow and walk away
Forget her face, forget her name
Your heart's in yesterday

Published by Susan Sosbe

Susan Sosbe has been writing professionally since January 2008. She has published hundreds of articles and essays and has appeared in publications such as "Girlfriend 2 Girlfriend" and "Root & Sprout." S...  View profile

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  • Moeursalen2/12/2008

    Good poem--sounds as if someone was using you to look for themselves. Who needs that?

  • Lisa Renee.1/21/2008

    Unfortunately, there are alot of men ( and women) who are unable to let go of the past...great work here.

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