In the realm of love, we often find a game, a delicate dance, where hearts are the same.

I thought I knew the rules, and believed I had insight, little did I know, it was a battle, day and night.

Playing games with my heart, you held the cards, I was but a pawn lost amidst the shards.

In the beginning, I naively played not realizing the consequences, and how it could go wrong.

You wove a web of illusions, a complex maze, with each move a whisper of desire, leaving me in a daze.

I thought I was a player, a master of disguise but you, my dear, were master of the lies.

The game was intoxicating, a thrilling ride, with each passing moment, my heart would collide.

I yearned for your touch, your validation to see. Yet, you would toy with me, how could this be?

You manipulated the strings, controlled the pace, my heart at your mercy, in this twisted embrace.

I yearned for love, for a connection so deep, you painted me a picture, only to watch it seep.

The highs were exhilarating, like fire in my veins, the lows were devastating, leaving permanent stains.

I played my part and danced to your whims. Deep down, I knew, this game was a sin.

In the end, the game took its toll and wore me thin. I realized I deserved better, it was now time for me to win.

No longer would I let you play, with my fragile heart, love shouldn’t be a game, tearing lives apart.

So I took my leave and stepped away from your game, love should be genuine, devoid of shame.

No more playing games with my heart, I decree from now on, my love will be reserved and set free.

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