Somebody Else Wins
You cooked me breakfast.
Spoiled me with so many
gifts and road trips.
Sang “Got What I Got” to me
At Jason Aldeans.
The way you looked at me.
You can’t fake that.
You really loved me.
Said you reached for the stars
And somehow grabbed me.
Weren’t sure what to do
Other than cherish me.
Said I was precious.
Unlike any past lover.
Made a heart broken skeptic
believe in her lover.
I felt every ounce of it all.
Sadly, I felt every ounce of it go.
When you relapsed last fall.
I still held on.
I still tried to keep you.
I should’ve let go.
Every sad dark moment,
I witnessed a whole new you.
That shit I won’t even get into.
Now I’m eating
home cooked breakfasts alone.
Crying at the table,
Watching sad country music videos.
Reminiscing a life,
That’s now long gone.
You can take all that love
And rip it outta the heart.
You can remove the cowboy
Who broke that broken heart.
But you can never take the wife
out of a good woman.
Once a wife always a wife.
Real ones will notice.
A good man will forever
fucking cherish.
No depression, addiction, or drug
of his,
Will ever again,
Fuck with her faith.
A real one’s a real one.
She still even prays.
For the thief,
Who stole her heart,
For his soul to be saved.
But she’s forcing herself.
Really trying to move on now.
She’s found quite the potentials.
They might make the list.
The draft is drafting.
We’ll see who gets picked.
Someday, you will look back
and really fucking miss.
With cause to your loss,
Somebody else wins.
Written by Epiphany Tiffany