I pushed my door open,
just like I always-
pushed the best ones away,
and I was laughing at myself,
Made myself the joke,
Once I fell in love,
Once he got close,
I treated him no different,
I made him tear,
I even laughed at him
So I shut my eye,
on any vulnerability,
and just kept playing,
with any live soul I chose,
I always wanted to beat them at their game,
I always did,
I looked at it like a sport,
Even when love called me,
Pride always took over,
I got respect,
because I was a girl,
I never gave it to the men,
I decided to leave,
so I shut that door,
and opened a new one,
this time I played for us,
or I didn't play at all,
-being a hear breaker
how simple ,
yet, not at all
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I think the speaker is vulnerable, even though she says she shuts her eye to it. I think that it is hard for her to be a heart breaker in a difference sense than she originally means (in the end)... perhaps she doesn't like to do what she does.
This poem was really really good. It captured me and I wa able to relate to the distress behind being a "heartbreaker".Not because you don't want to find love,but because you don't want to make yourself vulnerable,you don't want to be the one being heart broken. I enjoyed the use of symbolism in you opening new doors as quick as you seem to close them. Good work,I honestly wouldn't change anything in this poem,I hope this us a final revision,if not,I'm looking forward to one.
Thanks :) , and yeah I made a revision but it's not as good, I really didn't want to revise it :/
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