keep that feeling in the back of your throat
the burn of hurt, wavering to dote
never neglect for one second the emptiness in his eyes
the recognition of his strength and when you realized
lets get intoxicated
again and again
the sobering satisfaction
from losing we win
hate built up, amidst the mental fixation
obsessed with the thought of us without declaration
lingering on words, emotions mislead
mind churning negatives around in my head
hollow hearts and physical confrontation
despising love and all of its complication
drama so surreal youd applaud the theatrics
avoiding at all cost her manipulating tactics
lets get intoxicated
again and again
the sobering satisfaction
from losing we win
