To him, I’m like a deck of cards
Which he picks up when he’s bored
Builds it up and crashes it down
Bets on it and plays around

Shows it off to his friends
But throws it in the corner when at home
Cuts it with a scissors when angry
He calls it being manly

A collection getting too old
At some point will be thrown or sold

She was more than just a swift hand
I felt her warmth as she held me
In pieces I was, yet I gave my all
To be the best game for her

Using my blood to shine
Even if I’d get home empty and used
All to see if there was a smile
Waiting to tuck me into bed

Worn out and weary, still use me;
For you I’d cut myself open

(collab by
500daysofart and
artreture)