poem 3

"crying is for losers"
is what i always told myself growing up

but the last few years i cried
a lot.

i was worried about you
i didn't want to lose you

that stupid prophecy
took over my entire mind

i could barely sleep
i told myself that crying was for losers

but you were not a loser
if we won the war, which we did

then i wouldn't waste any more tears
because we were no longer losers

but naturally the universe had
other plans

i'm currently crying
because i miss you

i want to know where you are
and if you will come back

to me.