What a jerkA Poem by Chesney W.What a jerk.
A cheater.
A player of the game.
I seen him this morning.
He acted like he was hurt.
What he did to me was worse.
He only needed a dance partner.
He asked me to be his.
I said yes.
I was infatuated with his looks.
I warned my best friend about him.
But when it came to me,
I didn't put up the rule.
I let myself down.
He thinks he's some kind of Romeo.
But I was never his Juliet.
I was played.
I was used.
My first kiss was his.
I want to take it back.
But the past is gone.
It cannot be erased.
I made my mistake.
And now I must deal with the consequences.
He does not have the plague.
But he disgusts me everytime.
What a jerk.
A cheater.
A player of the game.
I was used.
And played.
I was a fool. © 2012 Chesney W.Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 12, 2012 Last Updated on October 12, 2012 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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