10-0

I lost.
All of it; gone.
There seems to be no reason to carry on.
No calm after the storm, only more dark clouds.

It's been far too long, maybe only a year.
Or ten. New beginnings. Same ending.

I have lost.

bearings

I had it all.
I thought I did.
But I lost myself,
and everything else with it.

going going going

i don't know, it seems pretty much the same
as before.

maybe a little bit more about me, than it is about you.

And I concede.
You were right all along and it's me who's wrong.

This is how it ends, how we part ways.

gallows

you'll never get it.
too late and too slow.

your own your own, your lowest low.

its a circle.

self contained emotions,
boiling over.
my chest caves in as I implode.

All i really want and need and hope for,
will never be.