Treasure Island

Tsunami HiroshiSu

(September 15,1996 / Fort Collins, Colorado)

Losers


This is an ode to lives of quiet desperation
To life
At its lamest

When she lives paycheck to paycheck
And he hides his ache in tired smiles and his kids will never know
When they cry every night when shouts fill the kitchen and their family threatens to crumble at the seams
And she ignores the giggles as she approaches because she pretends they can't break her but they've already broken her smile
He didn't tell his friends he has leukemia because he wants to be normal and having a friend who's dying is much too hard
And who can blame him

You know nothing about the losers in your life because you never cared to ask
But sometimes her broken smiles are more precious than anything

Submitted: Monday, March 05, 2012
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