A Poetry Collection

Hearts & Spades

Why don't you miss me,
The way I miss you?
What happened to all that we were?

I always do this,
I pretend that I'm more;
More important than I really was.

I lie to myself,
I let my heart win.
It tells me that this time it's real.

It tells me that maybe,
Maybe this time I can
Simply be without being too much.

But it's all a game,
I don't know the rules.
No one cares if the playing's unfair.

I always lose
And you always win.
I wish I could sit out my turn.

Cause I'd keep my cards,
So close to my chest,
That you'd never see my heart again.