III.
My best friend
Is a victim
And I
Am no victor
And he
Is no vicar
With the way he takes from her.
I
Wish I could say something
But who am I
To try to take anything from her
When she
is so happy
And he
Is so sure
And I
Am so lost,
Alone,
Left out.
She
Gets a home
A place to stay
Or at least
What she thinks of as one.
And I
Have nothing
For me
For her
For anyone.
Why would I
Take that home from her
When all I want
Is one myself?
Jealousy
Can wait.
She
Is happy.
So I should be
Too.
