A three sided spawn,
Three people confined,
To love,
To hate,
To sadness,
And to regret.
Knowing only two of the three,
Can come out on top,
I hope that it isn't me,
I don't want it to be me,
I do not want to win this war of love and pain.
I have been told I don't deserve it,
And even without those words,
I know I was not meant for it,
To be loved,
Sadly cannot always last,
To the anger of jealousy.
I want the happiness of others,
But not of myself,
I don't want to make my own,
Because it would be selfish of me,
To tear away,
A growing bud,
Of a newly born tree.
Why do you say,
It is I who needs to win,
What have I done to deserve it?
What have you done to not?
I don't know,
Why people say,
I am the one with pain.
It has been inside,
Since the day I met life,
Never wanting,
To put my own happiness,
Before anyone else's,
Never knowing,
Why or how,
I was capable of love.
I guess I now see,
What the game of love is,
But yet I still see,
Me putting others before myself.
It was what I was told to do,
And it is what I will do,
Whether or not,
I find understanding,
In someone caring.
These three sided spawns,
Is a hateful game to play,
Yet I plan to lose,
Somehow,
If this makes any sense.
Yes I might feel sadness,
Over the choice that I make,
But wouldn't it be best?
To put another's love for another,
Higher than your own?
