Losing, What A Loser.

Sometimes I forget how to lose
I forget how L's feel 
I'm unsure if I am the hero or villain
I've been vacant of jealousy for as long as I can remember
In love with potential just as long 
I forget that I'm called many things.
I forget to play the role.
Playing the role of beauty and beast 
Gets exhausting when I know how beautiful the beast really is.
How the beast with two backs is really us against the world.
How is it my love, that love is only in your reflection?
Why can I shoot time down and jump from past to present to future in this love?
I am, I was, I feel, I will, you are.
All things that fit right in my arms.
I've lost it all.
The ability to see the hideous and call it horrendous.
My tongue is unable to curve that way.
Where did I put it away?
Your hate, your dismay, your future love, your mate.
I use to be able to see the face, that wasn't me.
The face that makes you happy.
Now I can't see past me. 
Past my love
Past what I thought had been lost.
I swore I lost
Why does it feel like I won?
Like I'm the one
Like I'm done losing 
What's a loser to do, I was so comfortable losing to you.
I win so who is losing to you.
Who gets to boost your ego like I use to
I hope it's everything like I use to do.

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