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.
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