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You know this maybe the most relatable piece of the month, nearly everyone on this site has experienced the emotions of maybe being just a play thing. We truly hope this isn't the case and you stand on firm ground with whomever, but still a great great piece. Tight.  

hello dearest Me I worry for him if he continues toying with my heart the powers that be always take up for my behalf I have no say over it... a witch friend once told me I did have control over it but I don't see how...things just happen thank you for relating I know I'm not the only one to feel this way 💕

It hurts to be dismissed.
Yup......me, alone.

Your writing speaks to a somewhat buried side of me.
Don't ever stop writing. You are the dark queen.

aw thank you beautiful Debbie this is the painful parts I think many of us cover up... for me I have to face it as it happens a lot in my relationships with people not just regarding men...my feelings get hurt a lot... perhaps I am just too sensitive and people know it... I deeply appreciate you 💕

Yes it hurts being sensitive, even from friends. I totally understand. Hugs and love to you 💓

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Very compact and concise, as it carries a lot of punch.  Neat, tidy, clean presentation.  The metaphors in context create an emotional atmosphere that makes them relatable.  Somewhat of a desolate and desperate outcry of spirit.  That's the torment of lust in the world.  Double-standardized behavior, which is seemingly ironic, only betrays you in the end, when there is broken promise, especially in what you hope for.  It's like dreams to belong, dashed to pieces, to never be reassembled, seen in the reflection of the heart.  Tragic, disposed, such is the sea of chaos that is finding the right "catch."  Anyway, that's some of what comes across to me.  The hopelessness of loneliness, only realized again after having your heart broken.  Anyway, good job of capturing all of that, and much more, as the reader interprets.  Thanks for sharing.

you're very kind dearest Connotation after my embarrassing mistake...I love your take on this it embodies a lot of what I feel... I love a poet in a way...but it is just fantasy which is much harder to reconcile than real life I think... I am married and I am happy but this person stimulates my intellect and artistic side...this doesn't always happen in my day to day...so some of what you surmised is true to this write... thank you for reading and leaving such a comment ❤️

I'm glad to have read.

Scars...are they the badge of honor or the marks that should remain hidden and covered? One thing I know, we all carry them. Some are more heavy than others. love you <3

I love you beautiful Mysterious One they should be covered but I am afraid mine are all too apparent and my reading of the world is different as to not always know what I am revealing you know?

I love to wear a sexy dress. When I do, my scars are always visible. Yet I dont care, because I know how to own them and ooze sexy anywhere I go. Especially if this dress is very low cut and Im in 5 inch pumps. Boom, baby. <3

I love that beautiful Mysterious One I bet you rock it...I have an allure about me I guess as well... love you lady 💕

Not everyone is blessed and cursed with such things we possess....Its how we embrace ourselves when we feel our best is what matters. <3

On a serious note, you and me in said dresses and pumps would own the world. <3

That second line delivers the heartbreaking truth, making the readers feel your pain, leavings us with questions and wondering why.

Nicely done.