The Card Collector
She was his queen
But he could not tell her
the diamond of his life
His heart
His soul
Her impression lived in his wallet
Embodied in a card
Edges torn and frayed
Her heart
Her soul
His finger prints lay on it
From his loving it so tender
And her damaged soul was trapped
within that love
Their days were spent in silence
Where he loved her and she choked
Being hidden in his pocket
With no life
His queen was left unguarded
While the joker begged the King
She lay a wilted flower
Ripe for picking
So came the card collector
To free her fraying heart
And the joker
Left the fool
Simply was the card.
But he could not tell her
the diamond of his life
His heart
His soul
Her impression lived in his wallet
Embodied in a card
Edges torn and frayed
Her heart
Her soul
His finger prints lay on it
From his loving it so tender
And her damaged soul was trapped
within that love
Their days were spent in silence
Where he loved her and she choked
Being hidden in his pocket
With no life
His queen was left unguarded
While the joker begged the King
She lay a wilted flower
Ripe for picking
So came the card collector
To free her fraying heart
And the joker
Left the fool
Simply was the card.
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This one is incredibly meaningful to me. This poem comfortably encompasses my relationship with my big ex and after writing it I felt incredibly relieved. This isn't the final product but it's the one I'm willing to share. This is by far my favorite love story I have ever done. I hope it appeals to you as well even in some small way.