I´m Lost. Poem by vic franco

But what if the least important thing about losing you
is being lost?
What if losing is winning in my life's game?

Control is the code
and the password is safe.
Save it for me later.
I'm gonna need it to control it over again.
And again.
And again.
And roll it over.

It's over to me.
Over like the game you lost
when you quit.

You didn't mean to be mean.
Or were you too dumb to accept love
in your ruined life?
Or just mine?