Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
          Every weekend

       The same **** thing
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
               With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
               With him

The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
       All the bridges burned
   Without
          a single
                look
                      back­

But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
             Can't be rebuilt

And yet
         I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
    Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul

          And they may be small
      But put together
   They create my life as a whole

    Every Weekend
The same **** thing
        And it hurts
   Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
         Then all three pieces
             Get
            RIPPED
       Right out of my soul


And until next weekend
**I cannot feel whole

i was drinking
so i'm late
that's what started the debate

was it one drink
maybe two
i'm not sure, i wish i knew

in every single conversation
there's two sides that we see
but, besides ours, there's another
the truth and that makes three

was i dancing
did i meet
another woman, so discreet

you were home
alone you said
but, there's clean sheets upon the bed

little lies
and bigger liars
i didn't ride her, just kicked the tires

you just smile
and don't let on
it's just ten minutes since he's been gone

we can argue
what's the use
neither one can tell the truth

i go quiet
that's just me
there's still a third side i should see

so i drink
one shot or two
it shouldn't matter much to you

one side mine
another yours
the third side hidden behind closed doors

there's three sides known  to every story
the third one can be kind of gory
so it's the one we never see
mine, yours, and the truth makes three

So you lied
Those words you spoke 
Yeah those three..
I must admit
You ran a good game
You fooled me.
But here it is :
This relationship is done
Love takes two,
Moving on takes one.

Three simple rules I've learned*:
1) Don't judge and you'll gain respect.
2) Having respect builds honesty.
3) Honesty reveals who you really are.

One the darkest red,
    Like blood.
One the purest white,
     Like snow.
One the lightest pink,
    Like her soul..

Can these three live side by side?
Or will the pure white one be
tainted by the blood red one?

Who know?

He laughs in pairs
And appeared without cares
Surrounded by mares
And the emptiness wears

She laughed in three's
Long gone before she leaves
In a pattern she weaves
Consistently, not to displease

Together, their laughs came in fours
Deriving somewhere deep within their cores
And slipping their hands inside doors
To leave when they wanted more

Alone she filled her universe with patterns
To clear through all the dark matter
Climbing to the highest rung of this latter
She learned to separate all the clatter

It's been three months
since the very first day
you said "Hi." with a smiling face.

It was until three in the morning
and we're still up
talking about the most stupid things on earth
to most earnest matter
There's no inbetween

Three days have gone and past,
You are a rabbit hole
And i am Alice-
I fell
I know
I did

It was your three words that caught me off guard.
Little did I know,
It was a love shared by three.

(C.D.)

Classic fairy tales
Always start with once upon a time
Then somewhere a princess is put in danger
A little later her knight in shinning armor
Comes riding in
Saves her
They live happily ever after.

**** that.

I never enjoyed those stories
I never understood why the princess didn't help herself
I always resolved to never need saving
And yet, I never realized why they were always saved
Because humans need each other
I need to be saved.

Not in the knight in shining armor way
But I need someone to be there
I need someone to hold me
When night comes
At three am when I'm screaming at myself
At four am when I'm crying in my bathroom floor
At five am when I pass out and have nightmares
At six am when I wake up exhausted
At six pm when I come home and collapse

I never wanted to be that damsel in distress
But I never realized that in order to heal
Someone has to push me.

- r.y.s

When everything is spiraling around me
I have this to keep me company
These three little lines,
That I carve in my skin
I use a sharp pen,
It draws with red ink
Life returns to its balance
And I’m back in control
At least that’s what I think

It’s my ritual
Every three days
I draw three lines
They keep me sane
And away from my pain
Some days they’re all I have
Some days they’re what I need
When I can’t grasp reality
My red pen brings it back to me

If I can control my body
Then maybe someday
My mind will follow
But for now
This is all I have
When life swallows me up
And spits me back out
This is my way of dealing
With the hand that I’ve been dealt