She fell in LOVE with a Player.

She fell in Love with a player.

Like a creep, he made her his personal

business and stalked her through the

streets like a psycho.

Mastering her schedule and keeping

track of her movements.

Creating double coincidences by showing

up unexpectedly at her favorite spots.

 

Like a grave digger, he dug 7 inches deep

into her heart to a spot where love dwells.

Severing vestiges of emotion, he printed her

names in bold on social media, exposing her

nakedness to the world.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

Like a pro ball player, he dribbled her feelings

with stunts, vibes and weak fronts.

He took up the position of a point guard in her life.

She became his game.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

Like a smooth criminal, he owned her like his junk.

Living hard and printing her name on the bottom

of cocktail glasses.

Showing up unexpectedly like the phantom of the

opera; a master of disappearing acts.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

Like an illusionist, he plastered a sweet smile,

gibbered with his tongue and misled her with

cruel intentions.

Taking her on a thrilling journey through the mind,

he juggled her emotions like an enticing game of

cards, using reverse psychology to have his way

and make her look stupid.

Confusing her, questioning her integrity, making

her doubt her sanity.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

Like a thief, he looted her system, lusted her body,

and stole her heart. Leaving her fully exposed to

scrutiny. Diabetic utterances, fake assurances

etched in her memory, actions burning her thoughts

and creating a funeral procession in her mind.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

Like a fool, she walked into his trap with a closed mind.

Believing every word he said without any questions.

Allowing him to corrupt her mind and flip Dr. Love’s

sessions page to emotions.

Leaving her confused and broken.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

A stunts man, an actor, a poacher, a fruit gatherer.

While she was faithful, he postured, pretended

and posed. Always fronting, using pick up lines

and well choreographed lies to hunt cats and

gather wild berries.

A master at his game; a ladies’ man, a playboy.

Buying time through his conquests with smooth talk.

A man about the game, a heart breaker.

 

 

She fell in love with a player.

A reality that crashes her spirit with regret.

A truth that cripples her flesh each moment

her sensations paralyze her thighs and she

pauses to reflect on her pain and heart break.

Strings of broken promises and wasted time

piercing through her soul as remembers how

he played her with different women like

an old sport.

The reason for all her insecurities, fear and

trust issues.

She was his game.

 

©FloetryC 2016

tscry

 

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

2 thoughts on “She fell in LOVE with a Player.”

    1. Thank you so much, Queen for appreciating this piece and my work.
      I love to write the real things that men and women deal with in their personal lives/relationships…their experiences.
      While also offering a bit of advice and truth.
      I want my pieces to inspire…and happy when i get positive feedback from people like you.

      I appreciate a lot. 😊

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