Golden City (edit 2.)

[CRNDLSM]

cuts, scabbing into lines of poetry: the violence films I'd try to leave out the word 'poetry' 
my lips as I search for the words to rip
the creativity out of you. it would be art only
if I stepped back, but for what would you flourish? 
bruises open like wine on your cheeks. I really like this line, alcohol makes my cheeks red, like being slapped
so loving you is so much harder than knowing 
that I just do. already angry that we've outgrown
each other, I call only to hear you care
enough to ask why. this, I think I'd capitalize this

this 
lack of sense, 
is an example of gambling done wrong. This line seems too long
it's a hazard, the hearts-
the lives, the chips- 
when we run out, 
all we can do
is bet on
more.  If the form is based on looks, you're locking yourself into a computer format, I like the trailing off to the end, maybe this lack of sense is gambling gone wrong