he’s an ace, the ace of spades (death card)–highest and valued most in the deck of cards. he will be the death of me but i still stitched love on his sleeve and say, “you’ll always have me” but it sounded more like “please don’t lose me” / here’s another fact about the boy i gambled my heart with: he constantly rips it to shred. see he’s also the queen of hearts–this pretty boy (you’ll love to look at but) who seemingly collects jars of ‘em (can’t touch). nobody owns the Queen, not really. haven’t you learn? don’t fall for pretty boys because they’ll only break your sorry hearts.