Queen of Hearts

Do I press the right buttons?
Play the good cards?
Queen of hearts
Still beating
Now eating, devouring the sympathy and synergy of yet another lover
And another and another
Await the end of the trend in trepidation
Sour lips, bitter words entice elation
Once again, change at the station

A magnificent façade
All of those lies
When amazing descends into franchise
Clutching the dice
I sob at the conclusion
Striking songs and a pithy reflection
Of unformed thoughts and new perception
Borne from recollection
The burning idol on my horizon
Goes on;
‘Where’s the catch?
‘Does it all stay the same into the next act?’

In recital and rehearsal
Or fighting the reversal
I have no conviction
I make no prediction
Refuse to sign my name
I suppose the inhibition to commitment
May account for this predicament

Let me press the right buttons
Show me your cards
Stand cowering in your encounter
With the queen of hearts
But remember
I clutch your embers with sincerity
Burning passion immediately
Envelopes me,
I think
I aim to be entirely
Utterly in sobriety
I presume, what I am meant to be
But somehow cease uncertainly
And manipulate the fire
Condemn myself; liar
Doubting or deserving
But surely, not deserting;
Sifting through a certain suit
I don’t devote, perhaps contribute
As you take my queen from the board
At the end of the game
The king remains;
The king is yours.