Failure comes in a lot of forms
One is the look of your lovers face when you realize
He is no longer yours.

There is a point where you come to hate the
Heavy knowledge that it is not he
But you who is unfit
To satisfy what you have come to know they need.

I know that our love must go.

Another alleyway leads you to their future,
When you see the next woman
Standing in line.
But this one, isn't wasting her time.

It is amazingly beautiful and altogether resembles
A perfect image of torture.