S P A C E S

Inseparable, she and I.
Through thick and thin.

But now she's happy with some one else.
I can see her smile from over here,
brighter than I
Could ever make it.

Alone, me and I.
She won't even grant me a glance.
From those bright brown eyes.
Damn.

Why do they
Look so
Perfect.
To
Ge
Ther?

There was never meant to be
A space for me.
Now I see.
No space for me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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