The Third
The third boy wasn't loved
And was not a boy either
The only purpose of this title is to confuse you, my dear reader.
My third romantic encounter
Was with a cruel mistress
Who played the victim too often
The classic damsel in distress
She smelled like spices, like a grandmother's masala box
Her hair had me in a trance
Those long, luscious soft locks
She had lips that I dreamt of pressing mine against
We both wanted each other, and that's how we commenced
But our romantic endeavor was a misadventure at best
There were only losses, we failed all the surprise tests
I thought I loved you and I asked for your hand
Even when I knew you were with another man
I was convinced that I'd make you happier than he did
But now I know, that love was perfect, the exact way you received it
You deceived me, retrieved me, you caught and released me
You toyed with my heart like you didn't believe me
When I revealed I needed you to relieve me
Of every single thing around that grieved me
Your job was to make a choice and stick with it
But instead you wobbled, in infidelity you dabbled
Zig zagging between us, leaving all of us scrambled,
Me, you and him as well
All fucked up cause you couldn't tell
What you wanted, the options were way too luxurious
Choose between two people who love you,
Is that really so tedious?
Your indecisiveness shattered lives.
Your infidelity slew minds.
You tainted my name
By putting all of the blame
On me, cause I was far too drawn to your flame
Don your white robes, I'll cut you some wings
The hooved feet only appear when you need your things
The way you want them, how you want them and where and when you want them
Cause when have you ever thought about anyone but yourself
My sweet, bloody rose
You were the hardest hit
You turned me into something I despised
An infidel piece of shit
I've forgiven the others, but I don't think I'll forgive you
You took from me everything I could ever give to you
And then took me for granted, like I didn't matter
And that's why I think you need to get smarter
You were a blushing little secret, but now you're a bruise
Cause at the end of it, all you did was make me feel used.
