Winning

The words

he muttered

Left me gutted

Rain had started

We split and parted

Two bodies

one soul

we never planned it

Long haul.

It wasn't 'Hips' ,

'bits' and

'fingertips'

It was Screams,

Fits and

Heart rips.

There he goes

smiling,

whilst inside he's

hiding.

Underneath the

leather

skin,

and all the b*ll

that goes Within.

To think that once

he had a soul,

Only, picked me up

to watch me fall

The last piece

of thinning thread

I stumble and crawl

as i tread.

Everyone watching

Whilst I hold ON

There goes him

thinking

he won.