House Of Cards

Home?

Sometimes I wonder

If my home is just four walls,

And three broken hearts.

Just like glass breaks into shards

So easily, it falls apart.

Like the empty spaces between a house of cards,

Between the walls lays void.

Takes one breath from the words you speak,

As if it were an asteroid

That leaves it all bleak.

The cards fall over and over,

Yet we build it again.

Although we know all of it is over

Why do we build it again?

The house of cards falls silently,

Like the deafening silence on the dining table of grievers.

But a house of screams and anxiety, Doesn’t feel good either.

So worn out they’d tear apart,

The cards of hearts fall.

We played a little too much with the hearts.

Fall has arrived,

The cards of spades fall,

The leaves are dried.

The wealth has perished,

The cards of clubs fall,

These memories are all I have, to cherish.

We’re breaking, it has begun to ache.

The cards of diamonds fall,

Although diamonds don’t break.

The cards are falling,

I am sick of picking them up.

The cards are sprawling,

Yet again we are building it up.

It has fallen again.

Yet we pick up the cards,

Because we like playing these games.

Our house of cards,

Slit our skin with paper cuts, tearing it apart,

Leaving us scarred.