The Love Triangle (Part 2) Poem by Compton Wright

The second woman I had love for a while and still do
A curious and unique girl I ever dated as her name is
Madison Yeater as she lives through her personal hell
But I was her best friend that guide her through the pain
But ironic enough that I was the one that pushed her back
The reason that she hated life at one point and she hated me

Sheer hatred towards one another as I tried to be friends again
Rebuilding our bridge that we both create into each others souls
But the bridge was only halfway build as a family was only half
Without a father to show his sons how do be a true man or lover
As his 1st born son had to learn on his own in a fatherless world

As boys turn into ruthless criminals, pimps and playas just getting by
But when losing her I had a reality check in her shouts and yelling
She had so much hope….in our relationship as she wanted the man
That she first met as she knew he was down inside my soul but chained
Chained and trapped while remembering the times his heart been broken

Now let’s put me that I’m the son and the father is starting to come in my life
But now I won’t let anyone get close to me because no one can be really trusted
Only to their limits but your words travels in angels winds that blow the clouds
But your words can turn into tornadoes and hurricanes as you throw me farther
As I fly away into a isolated cell with my poetry surrounding me for comfort
Now take a look, have a visual this is where I slumber as no contact from you
Or anybody in or out of this glasshouse…fragile but beautiful isn’t it but not really

As each conversion is a like a rock getting thrown into my living room as I write
Another poem to rebuild the shattered glass that continues to fall lightly on my floor
But glass is unique as its use for a visual of protection, art and even...destruction as
From seeing us not together and you keep trying to get closer be best friends is like me Coming back home and my glasshouse is completely destroyed so now I’m homeless
Now if my glasshouse is my mind than that’s mean I lose my sanity towards my aspect
My sheer aspects towards love and long relationships as all my relationships are so short
So my dear Madison please let your heart heal and leave me be...I’m not worth loving