When you first spoke to me, I thought I'd lost my mind.
But I hadn't; you really did move those lips for me...
And the more they moved, the more I lost.

I lost my train of thought while eyeing the details of you.
Lost my frown with your witty jesting.
Lost my inhibitions in your careful embrace.
Lost my self control in the warmth of your protective mouth.

I always knew you were a losing game.
I could never begin to play with fire, and hope to win.

No. I'd only lose.

Lose my sense of balance from the heat of your breath.
Lose my fear in the curves of your muscles.
Lose my worries in your heartbeats, your birthmark.
Lose my pain in the glint of your eyes.

Your lips moved for me, when we first met.
But mine remained still - loosely closed - as I watched you throw away our love.

With the echo of the stomping of your boots getting further away - harder to decipher - I lost more than I'd ever imagined.

I lost my smile from the sight of your back.
Lost my confidence in the rasp of your angry words.
Lost my appetite, because only you could nourish my soul.

And you stayed away. I kept losing.

Lost my way, while watching you make yours - away from me.
Lost the padding of my hips, that you used to love to grip.
Lost my mind in old photographs.
Lost a lot of tears, a lot of blood.
Lost my grasp on reality.
Lost my sense of worth.
Lost every friendship I had.
Lost my hope that you would ever return.

I lost your number when "sorry" never came. 

And just in case you've ever wondered, I would've accepted the apology.

But you lost me.

I lost my purpose in impatience.
I lost my soul in your absence.

And you?
You lost your heart for fame.