Messing With My Heart

Are you messing with me?
Messing with my heart, my mind, my feelings for you?
Are you trying to make me confess my infatuated love for you?
Well I won’t. Not ever. Because I’m over you.
Your words…the ones you type, or text or speak.
I’m done with you.
It was hard at first, cuz I fell,
my heart was unprotected then.
My guard was down,
but now I stood up,
and my heart has its walls up.
Ten thousand men at every gate,
I won’t let you in again.
I will always care and have love you,
but I’m thru loving you in the way I did.

The End

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