it took until now
for me to notice
your vicious ways.
You made me feel special.
You made me feel important.
But because you
don't love me anymore,
I must not be.
It took the pain
of losing you
for me to know
the truth.
About your cowardice,
your deceit.
Now that I'm
not your target,
I can see
how I was played.
I can see how
you do the same to others,
you charm your way in.
You convince them,
that they can lean
on you, you'll support them.
Until you want to leave,
so they crumble down,
like I did.
You broke me,
yet I almost wish
I was still the one,
you would carry
to the top of that
beautiful mountain,
just to drop
off the cliff.
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gliech
Oct 24, 2016
Whoa. Those last few lines gave me chills. I am popping this piece into the Editor's Room, which is where we YWP staff and mentors put pieces we'd like to recommend for publication! (It should really be called the Polishing Station, or something).