An Inadequate Fairy Tale

I sit on the curb and think fondly of the nights
where we both knew of love and we both did it right.
But now you're both burning with these lies of delight
a feeling that neither are willing to fight.

The world goes by through passing glances,
with solitude and with sweet romances,
through dreaming dreams and midnight dances
through passing time with no second chances.

And through their teeth they mumble lies;
those three-word notions in a quaint disguise.
That tongue-in-cheek thing that I despise,
on the broken wings of compromise.

Hand in hand they walk along,
dancing to that "happy" song.
All the while knowing the feeling is wrong.
Wanting to leave but not being that strong.

The night starts to fall as they open the door
thinking 'maybe this can last just a little while more'.
but both leave their hearts lying dead on the floor
for the love of the one that they think they adore.

I see them walk towards me with their wounded-heart style,
both of them reeking with internal denial.
She looks to me quickly with her half-hearted smile
as if giving me her soul to put it on trial.

I'm not one to judge but I think that it's true,
even though I would have never expected it from you.
You pretend to understand things that you haven't thought through
and you ride on the backs of the others who lie too.

As you walk through the darkness with your hand in hers
I cry in the dark, wishing my heart were with yours
and the feelings pass by, drenched in millions of blurs
and I think to myself how this often occurs.

That I know her better than she ever could see
and she tells me she's better now that she's not with me.
But in this broken heart sanctuary, I see three:
her love-longing future, her past, and then me.