losers title

I somehow saw this sort of thing coming,

you know?

maybe not all the endless

tears or the wishing to never

feel again,

but I did believe you’d

be the one with the gun

in your hand.

I did believe I’d surrender

to the shots ringing out

around me,

dropping the knife I brought

thinking it was an even fight.

it’s never an even fight,

not with us, not with you.

there’s always a misstep,

a stumble,

a glitch in the system.

it isn’t a glitch though is it?

it’s a plan written in the stars,

the ones that burn out so slow you don’t even notice.

there’s only one winner,

granting the other one, the losers title.

and guess who always seems to lose.