Lost

I've lost.

Lost..lost..lost.

-I've fallen in love, first.

I've been feeling that squeeze in the chest. Like a sponge, I feel myself being squeezed dry, with all that love I had in me flowing out, leaving a wound behind. Like a dry sponge with holes.

It's been a while since I last felt this way. Is this really love? If so, love is really only a feeling then.

Ahhh..now I can see the future..the months down the road. I'll be like a turtle, retreating into my shell which will keep me safe from further harm.

To love is to be hurt. To not be hurt is to not love then.

I wont and would not want to feel like a sponge again, for, I had lost in this round.