The set of cards has been good to me.
It's odd,
I don't know how play,
yet the plays have won me all these chips.
My trust on the board is lacking,
but on these cards I bet all my loyalty.
What I thought would be another loss,
has been a constant win for the past few days.
My heart races,
and the spectators are betting on the ponies.
They all win.
The racing never stops:
be it fear,
excitement,
or pure bliss—
And fuck do I love it.
It's ecstasy at it's finest.
The rush never ends,
and the adrenaline never runs out.
Every competitor has lost all their chips—
I've won.
What I thought would be another loss,
for the millionth time,
has gotten me a fortune I'm not willing to give up.
Exiting the casino for what I know will be the last time for a while,
I carry with me the best prize this hellish place has to offer.
I won't give it up—
I won't give you up.
Because for the first time ever,
I feel like a true winner,
who's deserving of this trophy.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
