The Game

Some might say it's immature but I can't explain nor will I apologize for how I feel. It's not my fault that I believed what you said. I thought that's what I was suppose to do. Every I'll call you back, I'll be right back, & I'm here when you need me were lies you volunteered. It's not my fault that you're not a man of your word. I guess I'll be called the fool because I trusted you. It will be said that I fell for your games. Had I known we were playing I would have read the rules & made a few choice moves. But when did hearts become game pieces? -L' Mo