Met him on Monday, waited for his call,
Texted him on Tuesday, and had a ball.
That night they had a one night stand,
When he got up and took her hand.
A few days later they barely text,
She knows she was only used for sex.
Then a week later she starts to break,
But she puts on a smile; just being fake.
But inside she’s rotting away,
And she’s starting to regret that stupid day.
Her stomach aches and she doesn’t know why,
So she sits in her room and starts to cry.
She doesn’t love him, she just can’t,
All she can do is cry and rant.
Slowly she shrinks and starts to fade,
Because the truth is…She’s been played.
Texted him on Tuesday, and had a ball.
That night they had a one night stand,
When he got up and took her hand.
A few days later they barely text,
She knows she was only used for sex.
Then a week later she starts to break,
But she puts on a smile; just being fake.
But inside she’s rotting away,
And she’s starting to regret that stupid day.
Her stomach aches and she doesn’t know why,
So she sits in her room and starts to cry.
She doesn’t love him, she just can’t,
All she can do is cry and rant.
Slowly she shrinks and starts to fade,
Because the truth is…She’s been played.
<3 By your's truly.
