its becoming more evident,
much more obvious to me.
i thought much more of you,
than you ever thought of me.
my biggest mistake,
was thinking you cared.
was i just your plaything,
with heartstrings open and bared.
with me left here still thinking,
what was false, what was true,
so puzzling and complex,
no other clue left.
now im left wondering why,
with all the intrigue,
why am i left hanging.