As A Game.

Once upon a time

Things were different

there was no weird moment

He was mine

like no other day

wishing him to stay.

Was so magical

but so superficial...

So I had to left

even with a hurting in me

and in him

There was no gift

just a strange fallacy

as a game in which one of us had to win

 ...In the end,

I wanted to let go of his hand 

and there was no losers

just a couple of sinners

in search of their own soul

...and a heart already torn apart.