Pick up fifty-two is an old prank to get someone to pick up cards off the floor, something I'm sure a lot of us have done before to our friends.
I think this is a story that hurt the most to write so far, on a personal level.
This is for the broken hearts, that even if the cards do come down... it's just a game of Pick Up Fifty-Two. If you end up with less cards than when you started, don't worry about it. That just means you loved enough to give up a part of yourself.
I hope everyone's week started right. Enjoy.
09/30/2013 (Monday)- Pick Up Fifty-Two
We started as children.
We played together, a make believe game of life and love, of clubs and hearts. It was Ace of Spades high those times. A boy couldn’t be happier.
We played with a full house every day: You were the mother, I the father, and your rag dolls’ with patched diamond eyes our children.
We grew up. Fell in love. We built ourselves a house of cards.
I thought it was real this love of ours.
... it was all just pretend, when I saw you in his arms.
That’s when the cards came tumbling down.