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When we were young life seemed so simple:
Even if there were bullies we still had our friends,
And more importantly we still had each other.
Then with a shock we learned that monsters were real
And not just those kids or the werewolves we imagined.
At least, we swore, together we could be the Losers.
Those long summer months with the Losers
Were full of fear and anything but simple,
But it was better than I could have imagined
To be there beside you with all of our friends.
I knew then for sure that something else was real:
If nothing else was true, we loved one another.
The only snag was my love was something other
That that I had for the rest of our friends, the Losers.
Back then it didn’t seem like something that could be real
And it never felt, either, that it could be so simple
To love you in such a different way than of friends.
I tried to convince myself it was something I imagined.
Years passed and childhood seemed just imagined.
As close as we were, we still forgot each other
And forgot the battles we fought with our friends
And forgot that at our cores, we were the Losers.
Remembering it all was suspiciously simple,
But awful to remember all the pain was actually real.
The love I’d forgotten, though, proved to be real
And more painful and beautiful than what I’d imagined.
That childhood love had moved on from simple
To something stronger than I’d share with any other.
But still, somehow, I was afraid to tell you or the Losers
And risk again the memories of us as close friends.
Sometimes I think you see us as more than only friends
And I want so badly for my dreams of us to be real.
Is romance in the air for us, too, among the Losers?
The way your eyes meet mine can’t be imagined,
The way we held together must be something other
When nothing about our lives has been so simple.
As children we were Losers and now somehow still friends.
My feelings for you are simple: the two of us are something real.
I could never have imagined myself alongside any other.