The Nine of Hearts

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

You’re nothing but a simple contradiction waiting to be

My newest afflicted addiction

You’re nothing but a simple beauty waiting to be

My newest fiduciary duty

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

You’re nothing to me now

You’re nothing to me now

How can you think that those things

Those simplistic feelings are all that I’m bringing

To the falling house of cards

That you so juvenilely constructed for our love

Built from breaking hearts

Poor kings and queens

Jokers and jacks all to be seen

The words you spoke

The lies you told

The touch you hold

Know that things will never be the same

As I take a final blow

And watch the last nine of hearts

Fall into a pit of endless

Desperation and destruction

The dust collecting on my hands and feet

I climb down the ladder that swings all too freely

You’re voice echoing with a malicious laughter

My beat quickens

And my steps chase after

I search for the end in sight

But to my darkest delight

You sit in the queen’s lap

Twirling her hair around your fingers

Singing sweet sorrows to her lips

The cards all slowly refolding

Before my tears of acid aching loving

Into a perfect fifty-three

Only one piece missing

And that piece

Is me.