No more playa, no more

*This is like my first actual rhyming poem that I wrote on my own with my own feelings so please rate and if you have time comment. I would really appreciate it* Thanks*

*No More Player, No more*

I am sick of this war.
I do not love you anymore.
Do not call me a whor.
Just cause I did not let you explore.

I am sick of being used.
I do not want to be confused.
You have lit the fuse.
And I ain\'t gonna be the one bruised.

Watch you got now Player?
A dead tulip and a bruise, right?
But I was bright...
I got a rose and a knight.
Now I will be polite:
Who was right?
Who saw the light?