F#ck

A wretch
A fiend
Bringer of tears
And bad dreams
You gave me all
And all I took
Showered gifts and money spent
Bank transfers and sentiments
Now it has come clear
My games
My lies
The insincere
I hate myself for being caught
And facing restitution sought
An explaination for the pain
Or even a rulebook
For my game
Is all fair in love and war
Lying
Hiding
Tactics of the immature
I am just a smiling ghost
A haunted memory
An empty host
The past is gone
But I remain
The biggest loser of my game.

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[Eileenws]

This is a sad poem about someone having a bad experience. Hoping things improve. Eileen