Mine: A Mickara Poem
He was taken
By someone I couldn't compete with
Somehow, some way
I caught his eye
I knew she was jealous
Probably angry
But was it really my fault?
Maybe
He did end up mine
I saw our future
The nerd girl
And the jock guy
How did we have anything in common?
Then he went to Australia
I found someone else
I should've stayed where I was
With Mick
Mick was mine
Not Jerome
I should've listened
I should've remembered: MICKARA
Not Marome; Mickara
Mickara was mine
Mine to keep