this isn’t fair

you cannot take pieces of me and make it a part of your life

then proceeds to show it to the world

yet having no intentions of keeping me a part of your life

however i find pieces of your thoughts in my prayers

maybe at the end of the day we were meant to meet not to have

its these kind of encounters; ones you cant call a love affair

you’re the one who showed me that this world is bigger than us

but whats fair in love and poetry?