Swallowing my weakness once again.
You know it takes strength to be alone.
Who are you to judge? The struggling child you are.
Never going to love again. Not like you loved me.
I played my position well, in this game.
You know that one; the one you imagined.
"But why do I play it?" you ask. Isn't,
I say isn't it obvious? I have never won.
No trophy; to parade for my existence.
No one to say, "I won my greatest prize."
Too long I cheered for those that needed it.
I need mine now. I loved and loved and loved.
So much that I can not love anymore.
Backing myself in a corner. Love no longer...
(more to come)