Winning

You said me winning
Would make it a bad night for you.
I guess that’s why
Continuing something forced
Can no longer be.
I’ve been patient and understanding,
Making excuses for snails paced growth.
But I’ve dissipated so much
That now people who once esteemed me
Are recognizing a lack of value
In remaining in my corner
After expressing their undying loyal stakes
In my life.
Now I’m withering away,
The last bits of sanity I’ve got to cling to.
Only this time
It is evident no one will notice
When I’m finally gone.
But at least then you can be happy.
Because at that point,
At the expense of me,
You will have won.

©AyalaRain