house of cards

when did i lose my innocence?

when did a part of me pass away?

and when did i do something so horrendous

that warrants me not to deserve to stay?

i once built a giant house of cards

with all the people that i love

but no matter how many cards i add

the house always ends up falling apart

i blame it on the roaring wind

or on my shaky limbs and mind

but i know deep down who the culprit is

it’s my hands sabotaging the design

i grieve for the scattered mess on the floor

and i put them away in hopes to abstain

and as i stare at them from across the room

i promise to never play cards again