Thin strings will hold you up, just stick with it darling
Listen to me.
Life is full of missed opportunities.
Forsaken chances, second glances,
uncertainties upon uncertainties.
You’ll grow tired of this eventually.
It’s a good thing, I promise.
Because you’ll kiss someone
on the pavement,
and you’ll hold an ace of spades
coupled with a queen
in a game of black-jack,
and the shot of whiskey won’t bite
at the precipice of your lips.
It’s a good feeling, I promise,
to give in to your heart.
To take the loss and carry it
as a tally mark of pride.
Don’t let humanity hold you back
or construct you into a piece
of a broken down, worn-out puzzle.
I promise you there’s more to life
than the one you are living in, now.
Take the words of a careless poet.
Life’s a bitch,
so you might as well
make it your bitch.