We.

I lied to my boyfriend about everything.
Where I was, whom I was with, what I was doing;
and in the beginning, he believed it all.
And then my routine faltered, because I revealed a small secret.
I had a crush on someone else.

It wasn't a big deal, at first.
I said it was too small of a crush to be bothersome,
that in the upcoming months it would be forgotten.
I was lying to myself, which pierced more lies into my heart.

We got closer, my crush and I,
and with this closeness brought distance
with my boyfriend.
I enjoyed being afar, quite honestly.
I felt forced to be around him later on.
But I couldn't quite let go.

My crush and I couldn't take it much longer,
he was growing anxious, I was shrinking guiltily.
This wasn't what I had hoped for.
But being tied for one year, my boyfriend and I,
it's hard to cut that treacherous knot out.
Perhaps the option of untangling it is present?

The tangle grew into a twist, a dance,
more lies were thrown around on the floor.
Stepping around them, I tried to come up with excuses
as to why I was dancing with two men,
familiar with each other,
which is far, far worse than otherwise.

My world is tumbling down on me
and I can't seem to keep up the lies.
I've deceived them both in many ways;
my impeccable dessert of cake is
no longer listed on the menu.

I cry myself to sleep, now,
wondering if I made the right choice.
I no longer control the power to whom I hold dear.
I no longer can have my cake and eat it too.
It is Fate's choice, and I hope she chooses before Karma takes her plunge...
unless it's all the same.

Two years later, my light shines through.
Perhaps my decision isn't too far off from right.
Still together, my crush and I, although far more
official than we started.
I happily wear his promise to me,
wrapped around my petite finger
as a reminder of who we are,
who we used to be,
and where we began.

We.