Paper Hearts (spoken word)

(Just recently started listening to spoken word, so this is my first spoken word styled poem)

I wanted to play a game, a love game
You said we should build a house of cards
home is where the heart is, so lets build one together
It was beautiful, it was magnificent
a foundation of naivety, innocence, and ignorance
but by the end of it...it became 52 card pickup

It was so fragile, and not worthwhile
everything had to be just perfect
every angle, every boundary, everything about it
or everything would just fall apart
leaving us to pick up the pieces
and to restart

but then we realized, this wasn’t love
and love wasn’t a game
we had to have everything perfect or it would all just fall apart
but love is so much more
it’s about accepting the perfect imperfections
something we just couldn’t do

we idealized one another
and you just didn’t fit my fantasy
neither my fantasy nor reality
this was infatuation
that was your paper heart
torn into shreds
one less card of our so called home
which was getting less and less appealing
dwindling down in numbers just like our time
it’s running out, and so am i
this is goodbye, this is a forfeit, this is a draw

the paper hearts torn
the real ones rusty
I’m taking up poker
reward is in the risk
so i’ll live in that abyss