you can’t see me.
you’re blindfolded, by the
folds of fate.
shall I conform to destiny,
or rip my heart out,
and watch it bleed?
the cards are dealt again and again,
and the joker’s in my hand,
where your heart should be.
your hands are fumbling,
they scratch and claw at my skin,
because the blinds are still up,
walls still standing.
a careless way to live;
juggling my heart
with the rest you deem valuable.

your eyes are closed,
just like the doorway to your heart.

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