I always had to have the last word
To feel I’d won the fight.
You always let me have the last word
Because you cared more about us than winning.
Thank you for all your losses so we could win and weather
The storm I was the eye of
That we still suffered together.
I now see
It’s not you vs me
It’s us vs anything life attempts to make us hurdle
I’m ready to take one, two, three for the team
And let you win
And if I have learnt a goddamn thing
It won’t feel like I lose
But that we just sail out
Onto calm waters
Our hands gripped tighter
than they were before.
Prompt from The Twiglets