"woah, you're such a big loser," naef said.
yeah, i'm a freaking loser.
can't be the life of the party i guess.
even though there's nothing left to lose,
because i've run for zilch, then i scream.
feels like i've broken an insignificance of me.
the death of a broken time
a receding trust, i'll manage just fine.
i'll wear my shadows on my sleeve
watch them admonish a Satan of heavenly sin.
dusty wishes and sparks fly with smoke.
twenty minutes, thirty seconds and i finally try.
guessing it'll not be a lie.
knocking on withering doors of childhood,
till a moment arrives,
i will wait for a Leo Cruz,
a Timothée Chalamet.
till a moment, i'll wait and wave for the clouds to retreat, sheets closed.
i'll wave for the beauties to cease.
a knight deceased.
i wipe my mouth: smothered lipstick;
get me the check please.
i'm a loser. winning isn't a deal
smiling on the loss of an angel is now a fickle story; ocean's teal.
plummet through wavering sounds, harps destroyed.
a loser, a smoker of rolls made of untapped feelings and weeded memories.
cleaning them, i'll slowly lose myself into
his arms; with gasps of collision
singing for me.
by Alex Lovegood
Based off our prompt: 'Begin your poem with the last thing someone said to you.'