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Cheater
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Poems Strip poker.
I have played this game so many times.
I have lost all of them.
I dealt my hand way too early,
and they ran off with the loot.
My heart.
But again,
I sit here,
the shattered remains of my heart on the table.
Me naked,
not a strip of clothing on me.
You sitting there,
clothed,
watching me.
I’m scared.
Afraid to play my hand.
Afraid to give my shattered remains to someone else.
Afraid to have what’s left of my heart and soul
taken,
stolen from me,
yet again.
But I do it.
I take the risk.
I show all the cards in my hand.
I deal them.
No cheating.
No scheming.
No hiding that extra card.
I play my hand.
I play my whole deck.
You just smile.
You sit there,
still holding your hand,
hiding it from me.
I wait.
My heart pounding.
It is pounding so loud,
that every time it beats,
my body shakes.
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Till finally…
You do it.
You play your hand.
You show me your hand.
You have won.
You have my heart,
but you’ve cheated.
You have a Queen of hearts in your hand,
and so do I.
You played me.
Acted like you have you heart on your sleeve,
when all the time it was hiding in it.
I don’t say anything.
I wait for you to say.
You never do.
I confront you.
You do not deny.
I ask how long.
You say a week.
A week since we’ve met.
I break.
My shattered remains,
shatter even more.
You take your loot.
You take what you have won,
and leave me there.
You leave my cold
and alone,
shaking.
It has happened again.
I have played this fatal game,
with yet another…
Cheater.
