The Trophy - Poem by Max Gatrell
For me you were a Trophy,
A feature on my list.
A conquest I could brag about,
Whenever I got pissed.
Never saw you as a girl,
More a precious prize.
Inner truths I tried to tell,
But they had all been lies.
Those nights we spent in unison,
Together in my bed.
Should have treated you like gold,
Instead of lowly lead.
Enough's enough! please forgive,
I meant no serious harm.
In the moment we were caught,
The storm beneath the calm.
Understanding what I lost,
My Heart is now destroyed.
Chances are there's no one else,
To fill this empty void.
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