I want to write your name
but I hesitate
because if I do that
this simple game will become a cruel reality.
I refuse to let myself fall for you,
for your personality,
your jokes, your tease,
because I’m not strong enough
to battle for you,
to be the third person,
I will lose
because you will never choose me.
Because love is less than three.
So I won’t tell the world who you are,
and you need to know
that I won’t let this feeling grow,
I’m not brave enough
to give myself the scarlet scar.
This is today’s beautifool thing.
The rose colored glass turns everything beautiful
and turns foolish every being.