Love doesn't work that way....

So before you read the poem, here's the intro. A friend of mine just went through some hard times with a boy she thought was going to be the "one," but unfortunately, he hurt her. She blamed it all on herself, but this poem goes to show that you can't control the way the game is played, you can only play on. So, here it goes!





You thought for a single second,
that your luck was finally replaced,
just as quickly as he was there,
he ran away.

Your happiness was found and lost,
jeered and lept out of your hands,
like a deer to the hunter,
a seagull to the hungry sailor.

You wished your luck with love
was as strong as your luck with life.
No hug or stiff drink to replace,
what pain the thought of him makes.

Your happiness was found and gone,
a new mixture of sadness and pain,
a tequila sunrise of tears,
a gin and tonic of pain.

Fate rules over the game,
all's fair in love and war,
but how could you roll the dice,
when you lose and complain?

You thought and wished,
maybe your luck would have changed,
sorry to disappoint love,
but life doesn't work that way...
life doesn't work that way...