In All Honesty Poem by Persephone Springs

It felt better far away
So far away that awkward eye contact and idle touches aren't a problem
A problem that I cannot even begin to fathom a solution to
Solutions that only leave us more broken
Broken into pieces
Pieces that come together to make one person instead of two
But that's not good enough
Not when it's a triangle
Not when you chose her, and I chose you
Not when you both would rather hurt me that face me