I guess some battles
are not meant to be won
He taught me how to accept defeat
that very moment
I saw his eyes sparkle
as they lock with someone else's
and his hand entwined
with that of a stranger
and the way he smiled
one I haven't seen in a long time
The person who I once called love
is now for someone else to have and to hold.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly