It’s always great in the beginning
When lust is present and winning
But will love take the upper hand
Or will it fold under my demand
You make a perfect distraction
My mind remains clouded with satisfaction
But what happens when the chemicals subside
Where will my contentment reside
My mind circles in old familiar places
If only life came with erasers
But alas it does not
And I never forgot
What it feels like to lose
How can I choose?
The path that is winding
Where contracts are binding
Even they can be broken
Perhaps I’m not meant to win
This life is too great a gamble
And my lies lay in a shamble
I will not change accept my imperfection
I tire of putting on an act and living in deception
I am all in this is my chance
I will die at the hand of romance
The final blow will be dealt
And cement the pain I’ve always felt
The sorrow that creeps up and chokes me
My tears kept under lock and key
Will anyone ever truly understand?
What it is like to always be dealt the same hand
The hand that looks good but never wins
The heart that is a cushion for pins
Parts are missing they cannot be filled
But my lips will remain sealed
I will lose gracefully
Because in the end the only person it hurts is me