Loser/Lover

Just another time,

I didn’t think I forced too much.

But do you think its right

To coax her into acting such?

 

I forced her every time,

To see things that I could see,

But that was not enough.

I had to make her accept me.

 

She slipped away,

Before I could understand,

But she was never mine,

It was always an empty hand.

 

And now I sit teary eyed,

Thinking about her,

But she’s in another world now,

And am just, what you call, a loser/lover.