LOVE AS A CARD GAME
I win some and I lose some,
Love with you is a card game.
Sometimes it’s just like poker,
But it needs a whole ‘nother name.
Sometimes you choose to hold them
Others you just throw away.
The rules that you play by are ruthless.
To the victor the spoils, so they say.
Sometimes it’s the king and I win
Sometimes the joker instead.
I brag to myself that I am winning
And other times I hang my head.
And often a queen is triumphant
And sometimes she isn’t enough.
Playing against the percentages
Can make the outcome quite rough.
At first I thought it diversion
Like two children playing Old Maid.
Then later it seemed like War
You trumped every card that I played.
I was just playing for affection
A hug and a kiss, maybe more.
I had no clue this was so different
Than paper and pen to keep score.
When I finally saw what you wanted
That you were playing “I win”,
I should have called out a recess
And told you my patience was thin.
But I still thought we were lovers
And not just some notches on guns.
I should have seen this was something else
Because I was not having fun.
There is often some wisdom in folding
When the hand were dealt is too weak.
You are best to just throw your cards in;
You close up your mouth and don’t speak.
I have to remind myself daily
That fortune is fickle and mean.
That there can be a great deal of distance
Between any king and a queen.
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