if theres a victory

for a moment just for a night i was living a dream. my dream. my. fucking. dream. everything i wanted. more than i could ever ask for. god why am i still writing about this. i should just go ghost. better yet, i should just drop dead. loving this memory will never bring it back. now we argue. we yell at each other. the texts get short. the conversations go cold. i see you walk away more times than i see you come forward to me. we used to be the best of friends. told each other almost everything. now i barely know who you are. no one wins this time. and if there is a victory, of who forgets who first, i don't ever want to win.