You try to shuffle
out of my life,
folding on me
because I don’t
play my cards right-
like I’m expected
to know when
to hold them close,
and when to reveal
my strategy to you.
I was discarded
as if I were the cause
for the bad hand
you were dealt.
You keep drawing
more cards hoping
your position
will improve,
but your opponent
is unbeatable.
You forget he’ll keep
raising the stakes
until you’re out
of the game,
while you’re betting on
how long you can
keep bluffing.