I’m tired of playing these games

Right when I am done

Cleaning up your messes

You insist on playing again

Right when I am settled and clean

You throw around my cards

Onto the grass

They blow in the wind

Fly away

They will never be the same

Some cards have grass stains

Others covered in mud

I will never find them all

Each time, the deck fades

And warps

But,

Right when I give you the cards

Out of trust,

You throw them again

Over and over

I’m tired of playing these games