Competition
I only wish I could compete,
That I even had the same
Apparatus and appeal.
I am a world apart from
Your one and only love,
The three lettered bane
Of my understated self.
I know that reality has been
Dulled by the reflection
Of her perfection on your
Face,
But I long to possess a sliver
A shard of that mirror,
Which is a window to your soul.
There was a time when
Time stood still,
When there was a chance
For you and I.
The past is ever present
In my memories of ‘we’
Forgotten in the haze of your addiction.
Remember the days we danced
Together beneath the moon,
Basked in the sweet innocence
Of love’s sweet glow,
Is all we shared side by side
Erased from yourself?
Should I fight to fight or
succumb and surrender?
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