defeat

I like music and alcohol,
words,
the
people I like

she was pretty much the
same

we used to chat and laugh and drink and she
was so THERE, with me, with her

she knew she
was my dream girl and so
did I

she was gorgeous and
sophisticated and clever and kind and exciting and everything
                                                           else,
I never imagined
that she could
have wanted me

WTF?

everybody was jealous,
they told me she was no good

while the greatest opportunity
is
to find somebody
that makes you happy

and she's happy, I have to believe that

people conspired, yeah, and
she thinks I rejected
her

but I'm just not capable
of seeing opportunities

I never thought I
had a chance in this life

so I guess I didn't, y'know

crazy and it's painful

my truth is now illuminating
the extent of my inadequacy

I never used to
cry, at all, no
but sometimes it helps you

you
probably know.