it was written in the cards
holding all the aces
you hedged your bets each way
in a manner that meant you couldn’t lose.
love and greed.
greed and lust.
the fortune teller was right
no matter how opposed to the idea
you might have been at the time.
you chose the path of least resistance
and greed won the day.
you cashed your chips and walked away
a soulless man
with any distant memory of what it
felt like to have and share pure love
overshadowed and compensated by the cold security
that the dollar can buy.
the fortune teller was right
about your life
not mine
~ though i felt things she could not ~
but i don’t think even she could have seen
just how high the stakes were when
an open heart met with a narcissistic one.
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