No Limits Hold 'Em

With a half-cocked grin and bedroom eyes, You laid out for me the stakes, You said my heart was on the line; And if I agreed it’d be no mistake. I must be honest; I agreed, Particularly out of spite, You were so sure you were immortal, You had to see the light. We took our seats at the table; And waited for the deal, You bluffed that you had pocket aces, But my queens, they were real. As the bids steadily grew, My ante was my mind, Yours was your secret passion, And we began trading blinds. We played our game for five long years; The chips becoming “I. O. U.’s”, But just as money doesn’t grow on trees, It’s hard to repay when it’s love you lose. The day I knew I must retire; The day I knew I had to leave, Was when I saw fused with passion, In your eyes was apathy. It felt apropos to use the king of spades, To cut a hole into my chest, And signaling my resignation, I laid your winnings upon the deck. The throng that had been watching, Was stunned, incredulous and disbelieving, Because the emancipated piece of my heart, Now in your hands, continued beating. I turned to the mass; amused at their shock, Asking why palpitations should cease, Weren’t they following along with the story? It was the game which first sparked its beat. I play fair so keep my heart, Me? I’ll keep my pain. It reminds in case that I forget, It’s not always just a game.