All this time I've been looking at it
Through a victims lens
Oh poor me
To have lost you
No longer an opportunity
Only felt your bed once
Sang in front of you
I never do that for anyone
We kissed and you never
Had the pleasure
Of meeting my curves
Caressing my grooves
Your skin never on my skin
You never will hear me laugh again
At your similar humour
We won't record a song
I won't watch you mix it
I saw this all
As a loss to me
Poor, poor little B
Alone again
(And without you).

But you
Are also alone
Again
Chose aloneness,
Rather than togetherness.

It is you
Who has lost the most
This hurts me
I feel sorry for you
I think this says,
A lot about who I am.

Most of all,
I am unsure if you even know
what
you
have
truly
lost.