A/N: Let's just imagine for a moment that I'm good at poetry. Let's just imagine that Leoglas is good at poetry. Let's stick them together!

On the day love died,

the sun wouldn't shine

for me

anymore.

I stood by the trees, 

in the shadows,

trying to hide the hurt,

the pain you caused me.

It was unexpected,

sharper than a knife.

Loving you made me feel so good

that I didn't know you were capable

of causing damage so deep.

The day you stopped caring for me,

the day your love for me died,

so did a little part of me.

A little part of me died,

Tauriel.

The day you

chose him

over

me.