By: Linda M. Crate 

i was the girl
that
was too trusting i believed
everything you had
to say,
and i didn’t conceive the thought
you were just being
charming
to get what you wanted;
it was all a game
to you, i was a pawn that you
willing lost to ascertain
a stronger queen—
thought that we were wrapped in a
mutual love,
but it was an unrequited fang;
and you didn’t care
how much i bled for you
as long as i was out of sight i was out
of mind—
there will be a day we meet again,
but i will not meet your
gaze for we are
but strangers at your insistance;
and my mother taught
me never to talk to strangers.