There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel what it was
like in your arms.

Now, I feel invisible,
not that I don’t matter,
just that I don’t matter to you.

We’ve always lived
in house of cards and
now the walls are crumbling.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: nothing else, invisible, and cards.

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