loss.

i lost the internship.
surprise surprise.

it was never mine to begin with,
but it hurts all the same.
like a knife, in fact.

it hasn't stopped twisting...
tap. tap. tap.
i'm still waiting.

i had prepared myself
for the worst.
but hearing the words,
somehow made it worse.

is that even possible?

i think i've found a remedy
the darkroom's a good place to cry.
standing barely an inch away
he never had a clue;
those were tears,
not chemicals.

i love you darling.
it's no one's fault.
life's a bitch,
suck it up vic.

but how do i smile?
when this heart's broken.

in this game
where we all play to win,
it seems,
i've just lost.

like i've said before,
loss-
it's so subjective.

i've lost far worse things in my life.