The Trick

What if I played you like a broken drum?

What if I played you for an ounce of fun?

You ran toward me like a moth to a flame,

And lost the pennies glued to your pretty name.

What if I just wanted to do the trick?

What if my cold heart is made out of solid brick?

You collected me like a rare piece of art,

Now you tell me to burn when we’re torn apart.

-Jackie