A poem inspired by autumn and losers.

When I fell for you
I must have bumped my head
That must be why I spent so long
In your sullied bed

When I fell for you
I must have grazed my knee
That must be what was stinging,
Not the words you spoke to me

When I fell  for you
I must have hurt my foot
That must be why I stumbled
As you refined your strut

When I fell for you
I must have sprained my wrist
That must be why I didn’t fight
All those girls you kissed

When I fell for you
He must have broke my fall
That must be why you’re missing me
While I’m still standing tall