Sometimes one can never really know.

In my articulation it was the opposite of fiction.

To you it was different,

but who’s to say you are the antagonist I run from,

Because sometimes change.

Sometimes I know sometimes I don’t.

In vague I try to put the pieces together,

but you are my piece.

My missing puzzle piece.

Sometimes this is something it’s big,

but sometimes I need to accept.

Accept that although I believed in something.

Sometimes it doesn’t go our way.

Sometimes I win sometimes I lose.

Tell me how to live and feel no loss.

Sometimes change and I learn to accept.

Accept that it’s just a game and I respect it.