Poetry

Playing Games

“I loved you. But I don’t know
if I ever mattered to you.”

How could I possibly explain how I feel if you don’t even see that you’ve done anything wrong at all? Can a person be that blind? Perhaps even narcissistic? Although, even for you, that seems harsh. But is it? Truly? Beneath the surface was that all I was to you? Is it possible to believe that others have never been hurt by this cycle?

Maybe you just don’t see. That’s the loyal part of me speaking. The part that feels like you were real. Genuine. That you were my friend. But I’ve been down this road before. I loved you. But I don’t know if I ever mattered to you.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Or are we still playing
games of denials?

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