I am a sort of
All or nothing
Type of person.
Either everything and all of me
Goes into everything and all of it
Or none of me does.
I do not
Sort of love people.
I either love them with all that I am and can be
Or I couldn't care less about their existence.
I never claimed it was healthy,
I never claimed it was good,
But it is me
It is all that I am.
So sit across from me
At a glass table,
Have your cards fanned out
Like bird feathers,
Covering your face,
So I cannot read your eyes,
Or see your cards in the light that burns in them.
Stoic and blank,
You draw every card
And I don't know what you have on the table,
But the only reason I look so concerned-- Well,
It has nothing to do with the cards in my hand,
I have no tricks up my sleeve.
It has everything to do
With the fact
That everything is on the table,
And I'm trusting that if I were
To draw your cards
And mine
From a Tarot deck,
That maybe our predictions
Would be the same.
I've never been good,
At card games.
Can't shuffle to save my life,
Can't read palms,
I see too many colors
To make out the lines
In that elegant manner
That you're supposed to have.
I can't read tea leaves,
They just look like faces to me.
But I'm taking a risk,
I'm taking the chance,
It's really all or nothing.
And just maybe
Instead of risking it all
And coming out with nothing,
This time I'll have something
Just something
To win.
I am an
All or nothing
Type of person.
Take my heart
Take my words
Take my memories,
And heed only these warnings:
Handle with care!
Know you will never forget what you've learned.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
I am a sort of
All or nothing
Type of person.
Either everything and all of me
Goes into everything and all of it
Or none of me does.
I do not
Sort of love people.
I either love them with all that I am and can be
Or I couldn't care less about their existence.
I never claimed it was healthy,
I never claimed it was good,
But it is me
It is all that I am.
So sit across from me
At a glass table,
Have your cards fanned out
Like bird feathers,
Covering your face,
So I cannot read your eyes,
Or see your cards in the light that burns in them.
Stoic and blank,
You draw every card
And I don't know what you have on the table,
But the only reason I look so concerned-- Well,
It has nothing to do with the cards in my hand,
I have no tricks up my sleeve.
It has everything to do
With the fact
That everything is on the table,
And I'm trusting that if I were
To draw your cards
And mine
From a Tarot deck,
That maybe our predictions
Would be the same.
I've never been good,
At card games.
Can't shuffle to save my life,
Can't read palms,
I see too many colors
To make out the lines
In that elegant manner
That you're supposed to have.
I can't read tea leaves,
They just look like faces to me.
But I'm taking a risk,
I'm taking the chance,
It's really all or nothing.
And just maybe
Instead of risking it all
And coming out with nothing,
This time I'll have something
Just something
To win.
I am an
All or nothing
Type of person.
Take my heart
Take my words
Take my memories,
And heed only these warnings:
Handle with care!
Know you will never forget what you've learned.
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