Sporadically

The thought of her weighs heavy on my chest.
Perhaps I could have stood a chance,
but I had to sleep in the bed that I had made,
Those who sow in flames,
in ashes they shall reap.
So I forgot about her, only sporadicly
to be reminded of her existence.
The beauty she possessed was coveted
by the mass.
And I was no exception.
So I played my cards
until the joker got his laugh.
He laughed the night away at the succes of my failure.
I kept quiet and did what I did best.
Vanished in the shadows,
left alone from all the rest.