Perhaps, I've Never Been A Poet Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Sometimes a man might be slapped in the face
for a rude comment or an intention out of place,
for trying to take what isn't his or another man replace.

And sometimes you stand your ground against all odds
in a noble attempt to protect what is yours
because such an impeccable loss is all you've got.

I've played the knight and the scoundrel as well,
I've lost hope and been consigned to hell,
both, seemingly, in the blinking of an eye.

But nothing has ever been worse than to sit here calmly,
shattered and empty-handed, watching her slowly walk away
without any logical or refined words for why she should stay.