His drug is hurting me, but his love can't alleviate
My pain when I'm just numb and lost in this storm of remembrance
And everything fades together into a distant blur
Regardless, my love for him is infinite
He's my biggest weakness
It would take a lifetime for me to get over him
Even then, I'm not sure
I'm addicted to a losing game
In this moment, I see things so clear
I can't describe my love for you, I don't have enough paper
But this swelling pain is the longest night
And I'm talking to no one, no one wants to listen
When I pour into your reflection, I see 411
How you don't find enjoyment in the things you loved
How the colours fade in the rain
I'm trying to wake from this dream
Plagued with memories fading and I've tried
I've tried to find myself when I'm losing myself in this tide
Caught in the web of your lies, trying to understand
There's so much sadness in amusement parks
Faces in crowds at happy hours
I blink and it's gone, but someone is there lost
Playing a losing game, it's personal
When you're hurt and lashing out at life
I know it's childish and I'm trying to grow from that
But the nights are getting longer, and I'm lost
Playing a losing game
Trying to remember the name of that song
Playing a losing game.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Moving from third person in verse one to first person tense in verse two was intriguing? Was it intentional.
Reads like a naeve young person's outlook hooked on their first real love. Feelings we can all look back upon and be thankful that time (and writing poetry) healed us.
I just like the abrasive and simple duality of switching tenses, especially if I'm referring to the past and the present. Yes, everything I do is personal, intentional, and/or (quite often) impulsive. When I first started writing poetry at fifteen my early work was very glossy and I was heavily influenced by Sylvia Plath, so I relied on and I guess hid behind peculiar metaphors and used a lot of ugly words. These days I tend to prefer a much more romantic, minimalistic aesthetic, like letters in unopened envelopes. I say for example, 'His love' in verse one, because I'm almost telling myself this, that's he's my weakness and I'll probably never get over or forget him. Having a conversation with my inner monologue. In the other two, I'm less discreet with my feelings, like writing them down and leaving them for someone to read.
A sad writing Jordan , tho very expressive )
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