If love is for winners, not losers,
then I'm of the latter at best.
I would rather be alone than be in,
the presence, of the favored rest.
My mind is quicker on it's own;
no thoughts to muddle, disarray.
My bed better suited for singles,
I sleep better that way.
So gone are my dreams a lifetime,
co-owned by someone I choose.
Love is not better than absence,
I'd love to miss out, than lose.