Hey guys im back again! i know you totally missed me i think its been like 10 minutes since my last story lol! anywho this is basically a poem in lucas' pov about the trifecta or love rectangle or as they are formerly known: peyton, brooke, and lindsay! its basically just his feelings on how badly he has screwed up!
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Lindsay, Peyton, Brooke
its like he is drinking them and he is hooked
each glass of liquor stinging his throat, poisoning his veins
the more he tries the less he can get them out of his brain
drink after drink night after night
when he wakes up in the morning he's not holding any of them tight
when did things get this bad when had they changed
he needs an explanation for why love had not stayed the same
when he closes his eyes all he can see is three beautiful faces
each one saying goodbye as she leaves
their faces blur together they're all the same
the word im sorry playing over and over in his head as they kiss his cheek and hand him the ring
he always wakes up at the same part
always feeling that ache in his heart
how could he pick, how could he choose
either way somebody would lose
whats the point in being in love
in the end your the one they can't trust
he remembers all the times he'd let them down
all the times he should had said something to change it but he hadn't made a sound
he thought about each of them everyday
how had he let them all just slip away
with lindsay she had left him at the altar
she had thought that he was torn that he had faltered
with peyton, it was always the same
they used each other like they were playing some kind of game
and then there was brooke the girl who used to be the love of his life
in highschool he had no doubt in his mind that they would be husband and wife
but that had ended also she had shut the door and walked out of his life too
and here he was four years later still without a clue
as to what to do
so he sits at the bar just like before
every drink he downs symbolizing each girl
each girl that he had somehow let slip through his fingers, and out his door