i am not your jackpot but your joker, casually playing the game under the pretence that “i love you” could never sound so awful again. even the sweetest goodbye could not soothe my aching veins or comfort the dull thud, thud, thudding of my heart. nor can the bitter grinding of my teeth numb the discomfort of a year of life seeping through my being, out into the harsh reality of change. never before have i felt such ecstasy through heartbreak. i am not your jackpot but your joker, casually wishing you the stars in the sky and hoping “i love you” stops sounding so awful in my head.
