In the battle I lost you

and now I am confused.

In the battle between us two

we both came out bruised.

In the struggle you lost my love

as well as my respect.

In the struggle from up above

it was nothing that you could expect.

In the meadows I found him

and he treated me like a queen.

In the meadows your shadow was dim

because the nice replaced the mean.

In the night I forgot about us

and who we used to be.

In the night there was nothing left to discuss

I am done with you, and you are done with me.

C.V.

a/n: titling poems is a struggle for me and sorry i haven't updated lately but I've had no motivation or inspiration like at all recently.