Home?
Sometimes I wonder
If my home is just four walls,
And three broken hearts. a
Just like glass breaks into shards b
So easily, it falls apart. a
Like the empty spaces between a house of cards, b
Between the walls lays void. a
Takes one breath from the words you speak b
As if it were an asteroid a
That leaves it all bleak. b
The cards fall over and over a
Yet we build it again b
Although we know all of it is over a
Why do we build it again? b
the house of cards falls silently, a
Like the deafening silence on the dining table of grievers. b
But a house of screams and anxiety, a
Doesn’t feel good either. b
So worn out they’d tear apart, a
The cards of hearts fall.
We played a little too much with the hearts. a
Fall has arrived, a
The cards of spades fall, b
The leaves are dried. a
The wealth has perished a
The cards of clubs fall, b
These memories are all I have, to cherish. a
we’re breaking, it has begun to ache a
The cards of diamonds fall b
Although diamonds don’t break a
The cards are falling a
I am sick of picking them up b
The cards are sprawling a
Yet again we are building it up. b
It has fallen again a
Yet we pick up the cards b
because we like playing these games. a
Our house of cards a
Slit our skin with paper cuts, tearing it apart b
Leaving us scarred a
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC