Triangle

Photo by Viswanath V Pai

I don’t really want to admit how many times I got myself into a love triangle. I think about the reasons why often. I wanted to see the best in people, even when they couldn’t or wouldn’t give me what I needed. I believed in redemption, even when there was unwillingness to change. But of all the reasons why I stayed in relationships with men who didn’t satisfy or support me, I think the most important one was because I hadn’t learned how to be strong enough to express my own feelings. I have a whole set of baggage related to being a strong, outspoken woman. It has taken a lifetime to get myself to the point where I can clearly express what I need. When I couldn’t, I sought solace where I could find it, and so often, that included getting stuck between two men.


He sees me. I see you.

You turn your head. I cry.

He talks to me. I love him.

You love me. You cry.

I want you. I need him.

He turns his back on me.

I’m in his arms. You’re in my mind.

You turn your back on me.

I see you. You see him.

He sees the way we love.

You feel pain. I feel guilt.

He sees the pain of love.

He sees me. I am alone

Dark, in a quiet room.

You don’t know. I don’t care.

He’s in my quiet room.

You love me. I love him.

He loves me. I cry.

I love you. You hate him.

He turns his head. I cry.

I am yours. He is mine.

I turn my back on you.

He is gone. I am alone.

I turned my back on you.

I see you. You see me here.

He wants me there with him.

I fall asleep. I cry my tears.

All I want is him.

He sees me. I see you.

You turn your head and cry.

He talks to me. I love him.

And I love you. I cry.


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