Winner Of A Losing Game Poem by Megan Cooper

Hands held out, tears streaming down,
Staring out an open door.
Knees buckle and gravity pulls me,
Knees hard on the stone cold floor.
You shadows dancing across the wall,
Your sweet memories still reside here.
But long gone you have been,
Unlike this newborn tear.

I rise, I stumble across the room,
Touching walls as I go to make sure I am real.
Months ago you have left,
But it hasn't given me time to heal.
You moved on, packed up, and obtained a new life,
Unlike I who have been wallowing in my strife.

The newborn tear with a trail of salt,
Is now dissolved into my skin.
The hurt sill there inside my heart,
But no tears are forming with in.
My crying has stopped, my sobs contained,
And your shadows are no longer here.
I stand, I rise to an emty room
and no more patience for tears.

No time for crying over lost time,
For I am losing more time as well.
Life moves on after lost loves,
It isn't always a living Hell.
But each time it gets harder,
Thinking of the first love you lost.
And how you would have gotten them back,
For anything, at any cost.

But true love has a choice,
It isn't true without one.
I chose you, you didn't choose me,
I wasn't your special someone.
Obviously it was she that you were dreaming of,
While all the while you lied to me and said you were in love.

On my feet I think of this,
And the pain I had to bear.
All along I knew it was her,
And you weren't my man to share.
Angry now, not depressed anymore,
I won't wallow in my shame,
I am a woman, I am smart,
And two can play at that game!