The thought of Losing? Sounds pretty damn good.

The thought of Losing? Sounds pretty damn good.

A Poem by JustALotusFlower

I lay next to you.

I know your leaving.

I hit you again.

I know I lost you.


You stare at me.

Laying on the operation table.

They said they could cure your cancer.

But I know I already lost you.


I stood my ground.

For the battle I confronted.

Things were getting worse.

They knew I had lost it.


I held my ring closest to my heart.

It kept me sane.

Your face shined in that ring.

But I already lost it.


Insanity attacked.

I fought against it.

You say I became better.

I know I lost it.


My brother.

Loved me forever.

Bad decisions took ahold of me.

I lost him.


It got to the point.

Where suicide looked promising.

I didn't kill myself that night.

Because my brother lost my knife.

It was then, I realized.

I never lost anything.

But I gained emotions.

© 2010 JustALotusFlower

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:) as amazing as always!

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Cedar Falls, IA

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