Third

There's a him, there's a her

But I want more

Without them it's a blur

Because they are my core

See the him is needed

The her and I paired

But he never pleaded

And she never cared

They both mean a lot

But I love a third

And I can't get caught

By some little bird

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Instead I'll just pretend

Until I make it to the end

This sonnet is kind of silly but it is about my relationship with my friend and my (ex) boyfriend at the time. I felt lost with them and like I did not matter due to a situation that occured. The "third" is another friend that I felt was the only person that cared for me, but if I went with them a problem would arise :)