and one more thing(:

Am I The Diseased One Or Is It You?

His skin reflected the soft light,
somewhow we knew this was not right
i felt his eyes on me
and i lost all the envy i had ever felt toward her
this isn't what i wanted if it wasn't real

He smiled in my direction
and i cried because i knew this wasn't a winning situation

"If winning doesn't matter why would two hearts race?"
i asked, staring at his stone cold face
i reached out and he pulled away,
not like stone should.

His slow exhale tickled my neck,
like a spider,
creeping back to it's web,
nothing felt the way it had,
it seemed my luck waned down,
teasing me with what i once had

You had me caught up in your disease,
you said "eachother is all we need"
but now you've left me alone

"If winning doesn't matter,
why do our hearts race?"
I answer my own question,
because noone knows when it's time to let go,
and we both know that only one can win a race,
like a bird to a tree.
or a "you" to a "me"