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To Love Without Being Loved
  You cast me under your spell
  With your kind eyes
  And mischievous grin
  I trusted every word you said
  I was helpless
  Caught up in the moment
  A whirlwind summer romance that brewed faster than a storm
  Spinning me around
  And around
  And around
  Until I am drunk on love
  And high on the thought of you
  You were the first thing to come into my mind every morning
  And the last thing I thought of as I drifted into sleep
  When fall came and school started once again
  I thought things would be different
  I thought you would notice me now
  I thought wrong
  Entering the crowded hallways my eyes only searched for yours
  But your eyes would often wander…
  To other girls
  Girls who were prettier,
  Smarter,
  And thinner
  Than I would ever be
  Girls who I began to loathe because they had what I wanted
  They had you
  That summer I trusted you
  I gave you things I can never take back
  Told you secrets I had never told anyone before
  And gave you something more fragile than glass
  My heart
  I tried to play it off
  Acted as if it didn’t hurt me
  I made excuse
  After excuse
  After excuse
  For why you didn't text me back
  Or why you would open my snapchats and not respond
  Once I stopped drowning in the river of denial
  I realized the truth
  You played me
  And you played me well
  Played me like a puppet master plays with his puppets
  Carefully and meticulously planning every movement
  To happen at just the right time
  So that I would fall in love with you
  And you could get what you wanted
  Leaving me broken,
  Bruised,
  And driving me to drink at the sound of your name
  Drinking so much I forgot my own name
  Unable to trust any other boy with kind eyes
  And a mischievous grin ever again
  You never taught me what it felt like to be loved
  Only how to love and never be loved in return

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