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She Learned the Game #heartbreak #sadlove #poem

She was not always like this, not always distant, not always cold in the eyes. Once, she loved like fire, like something that believed It would never burn out. But fire, when handled wrong, leaves scars. They broke her, not all at once, but piece by piece, promise by promise, until trust became something she could no longer recognize. No one stayed long enough to help her gather herself back. So she stopped trying. Now she doesn’t fall, She calculates. Doesn’t feel, She plays. Love, to her, is no longer sacred. It’s a game board, And she knows every move. She smiles like she means it, speaks like she cares, touches like she feels, but it’s all strategy, all distance dressed as closeness. She learned from the best, from the ones Who broke her first? Now she leaves before she’s left, hurts before she’s hurt, wins before she can lose. A heartbreaker, they call her. But no one asks what it took to turn her into one. Because somewhere beneath it all, buried deep wound,  a scar inside a ...

She Learned the Game #heartbreak #sadlove #poem

She was not always like this,
not always distant,
not always cold in the eyes.

Once,
she loved like fire,
like something that believed
It would never burn out.

But fire,
when handled wrong,
leaves scars.

They broke her,
not all at once,
but piece by piece,
promise by promise,
until trust became
something she could no longer recognize.

No one stayed
long enough
to help her gather herself back.

So she stopped trying.

Now she doesn’t fall,
She calculates.
Doesn’t feel,
She plays.

Love, to her,
is no longer sacred.
It’s a game board,
And she knows every move.

She smiles like she means it,
speaks like she cares,
touches like she feels,
but it’s all strategy,
all distance dressed as closeness.

She learned from the best,
from the ones
Who broke her first?

Now she leaves before she’s left,
hurts before she’s hurt,
wins before she can lose.

A heartbreaker, they call her.

But no one asks
what it took
to turn her into one.

Because somewhere beneath it all,

buried deep wound, 

a scar inside a broken heart, 

where no one reaches, 

Behind it all lies a girl

who once believed in love, 

a girl who got played…

and never healed.

That's a girl who mastered the game, 

to break men's hearts.

It's a revenge she vowed to keep.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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