I've come to the conclusion that love is a game played by two.
And when a third person becomes involved, it is almost impossible to accommodate for them while trying to stay true.
True to the directions, follow the guidelines and strict rules.
Attempting not to leave anyone left out, or making them look like a fool.
But love is a gamble; involving risk and bets.
And to whom we promise to team up with forever, we should never forget.
They say talk is cheap, so we refrain from speaking our minds.
But walking the walk can be hard, especially when it means you have to leave someone behind.
Unfortunately, some people can't always handle the strict rules in the game of love.
And when they reach a fork in the road, they wish they could choose all of the above.
It seems that the path may always be unclear, like a board game of snakes and ladders.
And one of us will always lose rolling snake eyes; despite our big talk and so-sure chatter.
We go all in, throw all our chips on the table; bet every last chip of our breaking hearts.
And mourn with guilt if we are the winner, as we know that means one of us has to go back to the beginning, restart.
Like I said, love is taking risks; love is taking chances.
Love involves guessing your destiny, and doing edge-of-the-cliff fate dances.
Love is putting in all you have to give, and knowing you may not get anything in return and you may not receive.
Love is like inserting all the change you have into an uncertain slot machine.
And when you pull down that lever, all you wish for is a group of three.
But three is what got you into trouble in the first place, don't you see?
So that leads to the burning question; will it be you and I, or him and me?
And maybe I will avoid this question; and remain in a selfish state of greed.
For now, all bets are off; I refuse to further gamble.
Because eventually, you can't find your way back; left in the dark at the end of your wick-burning candle.
And similarly, I'm always afraid of burning bridges, at the end of the day.
But I don't know how much longer I can live a lie and continue looking at you with a poker-straight face.