Shift

I was the best back then
cared for, loved, and appreciated,
seen with stars and radiance visage.
I was the best back then,
in her arms.

I was the luckiest
secured, adored, and kept to be stayed for,
accepted amidst the truth behind scars.
I was the luckiest,
she was the queen.

I was a jerk
fooled around, played, and vanished,
ended the flicker, fashioned mar.
I was a jerk,
in her caprice.

Then I was the loser,
abhorred, replaced, and forgotten,
remembered with prickles on my face.
I was the loser back then,
she wasn’t my girl.

I was the most stupid,
I wasn’t the man,
when she was prettiest.