We built our dreams on a house of cards. My name and yours, intertwined. The cards wobbled and shook and we laughed because it meant nothing. And now you laugh because it means everything. The pile of cards on the ground became the home of our future, ready to break but only shaking until one of us took control.
You said you'd never be the one to take too deep a breath and blow it down.
You said you'd never be the one to take out the bottom card and watch it fall.
You said you'd never be the reason our love fell apart.
But your sentences full of kings and queens meant nothing as you walked out the door, slamming the door just enough to let the house collapse.
Four decks of cards, 208 cards. Each a memory, each a dream. You kicked down eight months of dreams and you've left me with the mess.
You taught me not to lie so here I am telling you that I need help and you're the only one who understands how to put these cards away without them hurting. You're the only one who knows the 208 goals we set for ourselves and you're the only one who knows that you can't just put them back into the box and throw them to the side. Forever in every ace, every queen, and every dream.
The house we said we'd run to when we were going insane. The house we'd die in when we grew old together. The house that fell before we even knew how to build a house. You watched our house burn down and you didn't feel a thing.
A house of cards.
Lost dreams, broken promises, and 208 fucking cards I'll never see again.
