I fell under a black moon.
The sky stained with lost fortunes.
I danced aimlessly into
a game of chance, a game of hearts,
and I lost to you.
You gave me sanctuary
away from the solitaire life.
Free parking when I didn't drive.
But it was all a ruse, a bluff
where the house always wins.
And this house was a house of sin.
For I never stood a chance.
The game was rigged
when you passed go.
You advanced,
as I slid down through
snaked pathways,
as the slippery ladders were
snatched clean away
from my hands.
You risked my heart,
by gambling on my emotions.
You took apart the cards,
picking only the winning ones
from your stacked deck.
You scratched
the scores in illegible
scribble, you made me scrabble
for my scrambled emotions in
a mentally disorganised mind,
feeling I wasn’t an equal player
on this field.
"Checkmate"
you state, as I fall
to the cards of fate.
The cards of hate?
You rolled all the dice
I just counted
the numbers,
6 6 6
Devilish grin on your face
I couldn’t ever win.
Or so you thought.
I cast aside the dice.
Instead of anger
I took out my rage on the page.
Not flipping the board,
or flipping you the bird.
I offered my arms open wide
I smiled in your disgrace,
and I said goodbye with a hug
for I wouldn’t keep
playing your games.