Don*s Game

Another rant poem about Don...I'm flushing him out of my heart. ><

Addicted to your sweet charm,

But the edges of your icy heart,

Cut my hands & run blood down my arms.

So, for the pain you caused, I rip it apart.

 

Those blue eyes of yours are frozen over,

They have been ever since the day,

I told you that you & I were over,

That I didn’t want to play.

 

It was like a twisted monopoly game,

And we, girls, were the vacant lots.

For you to buy & give a name,

This was your evil plot.

 

I have my own name, my own self,

I don’t need you to guide me,

I’m not a doll up on a shelf,

I know who I am & who I’ll be.