Her

How is she that amazing and always more important than me?

My very best ignored, intoxicating as her I’ll never be.

My favorite souls once chose me, she selfishly took them back.

That dusty, heartless tramp feeds a desire, that I obviously lack.

Pathetically I cry, begging for mercy, her filth is everywhere I go.

A disgusting, soul snatcher somehow captivating anyone she gets to know.

Angry when she’s unavailable, I have always caught the painful brunt of it all.

Repeated betrayal and lies, I carried the fault and let my self worth fall.

I pray I’m enough now, he would never lose us or give her the win.

That happy ending becomes ghost, when she’s every lost souls heroine.