A little poem for Valentine's as love isn't always rosy!

He tells me this

She tells me that

How am I to know

What is white and what is black?

I am a listener

An addictive obligation

But your two contradictions

Make for an awkward situation

She tells me things he needs to know

But my loyalty to you

Stops me being true

Normally I would tell him

As that's what friends do

But by being true to him

Would be disloyal to you

But neither of you realise

That as I am trying to help

Trying to please you both

As you tell me how you felt

Is that it makes me unhappy

And makes me think about the past

About the one relationship

I should have built to last

Photo taken by me of one of the walls inside the Mob Museum, Las Vegas