diamonds are a girl’s best friend
but tonight they are the weight that sunk
this flailing battleship

the shots that I fired at the moon
ricocheted off and obliterated any chance I had
of having my name written among the stars

the deck scorns me
with each hand
he pulls me closer and closer to the deep end

in a world where to win is to have nothing
and to lose is to have everything
I have too many hearts and a queen by my side
hair like limp noodles
and a flower clutched with an iron grip
she mocks me each time she joins me
in my forever fall to failure
with her lips pressed together as if in disgust
she seems to say
“well there’s always a loser in the family”