It was a game of choices with many potential endings.
But unfortunately every ending had an ending with no mending.
It was a deadly love triangle with three sharp points.
Digging holes inside the three of us and welcomed big riots.
You both were my best friends dressed as possible future lovers.
But I Drank the potion of love from one of you and left another to silently suffer.
When she ran into my arms every time it rained.
You held the umbrella over me and stayed in my slippery lane.
Your secret confession came late and was wrong in time.
But I was so ambiguously shaken because she was already mine.
While I fell in love with shades of her,I was being yearned by the shades of you.The three of us couldn’t see those yellow roses turning red and simplicity of friendship turned into complexity of romance.I feared spoiling my eternal friendship with you,so I missed your flight and took a jet ride with her which came crashing into the ground...you were the ground.
I could see the unused potential we had behind us but she was my present and I loved her now.It was like a circus,three of us running behind each other sabotaging our friendships in the name of love,trying our best to save our friendships in the game of trust.
It was a tale of close knitted friends just like three-leaf clover,wanting to be lovers.
But unfortunately,out of two roses in my hand,only one could live & one had to die.