the choice to make between two people has never been easy.
i don't envy the chooser.
the story is as old as time, and never with a happy ending.
one ends up broken.
see, trios aren't meant to be.
humans are too possessive for that.
i'll be the one with my heart broken.
again and again.
so the others can live happy.
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My Random Poetry
Poetryrandom poems i write when i feel like it,, they're really cringe acc so you don't have to read
