Life to you is a game
of cards with bets
and twists in trickery.
Silently, you play
a manipulative game
to get what you want
no morals or rules
you lie and scheme
aiming to fool.
You played me good
in your game of hearts
Conniving the strikes
to keep me unaware
of whom you truly are.
I gave you my heart
and you locked it away
starving for love.
Still, you twisted me
in your game of hearts
playing the upper hand
manipulating me until
the day I wake
blinders off and instincts on
seeing your every move
I call your bluff and win the pot
facing the real you with
my piercing eyes
I take back my broken heart
you have lost me forever
in your game of hearts
© River 4/11
4 comments:
River, beautiful and full of pain. But it actually is a triumph of instinct over emotion, to heed the inner voice, to see what is not honest and to walk away, proud and in your own truth. Beautiful poem, written by an intelligent and strong woman. I love it.
beautiful and painful.....
beautiful River! raw emotions well expressed!
thank you
moving..
love the flow.
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