Sunday, 7 August 2016

This Is My Poem.


Lose my keys.
Lose my sleep.
Lose my thoughts.
Lose my pride.
Lose my lover.
Lose my mind.
This is skill I've mastered.
What am I is a professional loser,
that you should call.

* * * *

Trust me darling it only hurts the first time,
The pain?

You'll lose that too.

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