you're losing me
i got your note
on my diary page
and i read the one you left me
underneath the elastic of the dolly
i read the words in your poetry
and think that you should come with a companion
and that that companion should be me.
i don’t want to explain you,
but i can try to explain myself to you
and this is the only thing
pertinent to us us us
you are losing me,
and you have been all along
you’re losing me in your eyes
you’re losing me in your touch
you’re losing me in your strength
you’re losing me in your voice
and you’re losing me in you
even you could not push me away from you
even if you tried
you’d find me
crawling back to you
you were right all along
you are losing me
and so now you know
but they say that we’re all winners
just by playing the game