Jan 19

Rivals

an illicit rival
whose affairs were unfurled beneath my eyes
the backstory untold by those who knew

how the rivalry of storied pasts
and forgotten love songs came to be
is still to this day unknown to me

bonds were broken
along with chains
but no one knew my pain

blood on champagne glasses
mugs made of gold
I wasn’t your option when the air went cold

I didn’t mean to hate them
but the frosty air filled my lungs with greed
cause you never would have chosen me

 
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