I can see him blush
I think he’s got a crush
I know he’s staring at me
From the corner of my eye

I can see heads turning
I know their whispering
I watch them giggling
From the corner of my eye

Her hopes are dead
I know she cried in bed
I watch her turn red
From the corner of my eye

I pretend I don’t know
These seeds I won’t sow
I will just let it go
From the corner of my eye.

-Zainab Attari

A horse in a triangle,
A horse within a triangle,
A triangular horse.

It entered into our lungs,
it left them just as soon.
Long enough to quell our thoughts
like the sun precedes the moon.

We watched her come aboard.
We saw them all from high.
That's when it all began,
quicker than we would sigh.

One after another
the story repeated.
We gazed in amazement,
unable to keep seated.

She came again and ended,
herself before our eyes.
The screams themselves had blended,
un-deaf to all her cries.

It blew our senses open,
stunted in fascination.
We started to enjoy her,
we started to enjoy.
There was another her.

They're there - Their tangled.
Another love triangle.
Their there! They're 3,
Him & Her,
And then there was me.

How sad it is that I love someone else,
Whilst you are standing there with your heart cut into pieces,
And I, knowing that he doesn't love me at all.