We played along You handed the cards Set the rules At stake were our hearts
Let the games begin After one year We watched the tables spin Without any fear
They say good players don't play to win But to grow and get better But we both got stuck in sin And instead of poems I write a scarlet letter
Written in the style of August 2017 when it all began. Inspired by Taylor Swift song Ready for It.
The definition of a scarlet letter is an identifying mark or brand placed on someone who has committed adultery. An example of a scarlet letter is the Puritan woman in Nathaniel Hawthorne's 1850 book The Scarlet Letter who cheated on her husband and had to wear a red A. ... https://www.yourdictionary.com/scarlet-letter
A game of chance, But a game of smarts. So easy to play but easier to lie. It's not your first time is it?
So great to see you again. I know you've seen me even now and then. Yet you act like you're some stranger who's never been around. Such a card. I can't tell if you're 1 or 11 Switching back and forth till you've become aware of...
You told me that I played all my cards right but what I played didn't compare to her, and the house of cards you were building would soon ignite.
So I ask:
Alaina, did you really ruin my life? Or was I too blind to see that you had come to my rescue? All this time I've despised you, but it's as clear as day that it wasn't your fault. And because you were the key to set me free, he will suffer in agony knowing he'll no longer get the best of both worlds.
It feels like I'm cornered at a round table. Telling tales of fables to a bunch of cut throat liars who'll slip my wrists if they found the loaded ace up my sleeve. It's no heart but for me it beats. Any flush bluff and any pocket 2s. Sweating form my eyeballs betting my soul to find out the truth. So I'll push all in when shove hits the floor, this punch drunk, cigar smoking spoiled rotten kid to the core. Now throw down, all the chips are waiting to be cashed. Like Johnny and June, cross this fire with your personal Jesus, but do it fast before the man comes around. What's that sound, is it that of fear, is it that of you gulping pride and holding back tears, what ya got? What cards were you dealt? Don't fold now of the suspense will melt. Show me what your holding, 3 of a kind? Full house? This is no longer a game of cat and mouse. Only lions and tigers stand on this level, you're no Faust, but for sure I'm a devil. Only holding a King and a Queen, so utterly cliched, two diamonds both worthless and now penniless are you left. If you couldn't bluff past me, how could you ever hope to cheat Death?