House of Cards 


A home isn’t always a place, is it?

We built our own 

Two bodies 

Mended and melted as one 

A blacksmith’s work 

Completed by two amateurs


Temporary tears through my flesh 

An empty canvas 

Now eternally scarred with impermanence 

Seeking answers to never come 

To prove the impossible

To avoid the inevitable 

A detective’s work

Completed by an amateur 


Split together 

Growing apart 


Even my scars fade to nothing 

And my holes fill with dust and dirt 

My body resisting 

It's very temptation 

To heal 

Self-destruct

And cycle back around. 

Hungry for lust 

Inexorable touch 

I misplaced my ace of hearts

Thinking I could build a house of cards 

But it looks like they played me.