I lost.
I always lose.
And it hurts so bad.
It hurts to see them together; see him laugh, see him smile. See the other laugh, see the other smile.
See them kiss.
And in all reality I would never have won, never will win, because they won. They won the game of love.
They always win. Because they have each other.
See my heart's desire dominated.
See him dominated by his enemy, his friend, his lover.
And I lose again, in more ways than one.
They're caught up in themselves as I lay on the battlefield, scarred, worn, and weary.
Dying.
And they don't care because they have each other.
And I have no one.
I lost.
x. i'm always losing to you .x
owari