The one that I love,
Loves someone else.
We dated,
We loved,
We kissed,
He lied.
He cheated,
He deceived,
But he's still the one.
I can't stop thinking about him.
We talk everyday,
But still he loves her.
I'm always there for him,
But still he loves her.
He wants loyalty, he wants trust.
He wants her.
He chose her,
Even though he knows she's a player.
Guess it's true,
Players want players.
But still I love him.
That won't change,
Sometimes I wish it would,
Other times I'm glad it doesn't.
When he texts me,
My heart speeds up,
I get excited,
Happy.
And he's still there for me,
But not in the same way.
Not even close.
But despite my feelings,
He loves her,
She loves him.
Nothing I can do about that.
And I'm not going to drive them apart,
That's silly,
Immature even.
What I will do,
Is make sure he's happy.
Because if he's happy,
All this pain,
All this heartache,
Is worth it.
Because if he's happy,
I'm happy.
He's happy when she's happy,
I'm happy when he's happy.
Everyone's happy,
Everyone's good,
Everyone's smiling,
Even if for me,
It's a fake smile,
Fake good,
Fake happy.
He's happy, I'm happy.
And so far,
All this pain,
All this heartache is worth it.
When I see them,
Laughing, smiling, holding hands,
I get sad.
But then remember,
He's happy.
And all that matters,
Is if he's happy,
Nothing else.
Him being happy?
I'll do everything I can to keep him happy.
Even go through this pain.
He's happy, I'm happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Kathryn. Thanks