love is a losing game

Defeat..

in ways that make you as it breaks you..

give in to the pain

It fills you with joy

with strength

So much to gain..

Shadows of your heart

Hit you in the darkest part

A noose around your neck

that grip will rip

till you feel no more..

trust it – walk through that door..

If I was a sculptor

I’d mold me into you

you into me

We’d be the best we could be

losing while we win to the best moments unknown

getting lost in the game with no name..