all the cards
i have been dealt
are jokers -
its a wonder
i havent gone
all-in

i cannot continue
to search
for someone to
hold
when i could
fill my hands
with all of the stars
of the galaxy above

who wouldve known
that a soul
so small
as mine
could harbor
such hatred

who wouldve known
how easily
everything
could be painted
black

my bones
were once made
of the purest
white,
but once you
rot
you can never
come back
to life