The Game of Hearts

One was just lust, one pure love

Both deemed important, yet neither enough

But only one fitted like a glove.

She was clever, a master of the game,

It didn’t matter who she'd push away,

She held them both, but never the same.

With a glance and a whisper, she'd cast her spell,

They were there any time she would call,

Each a captive in her carousel.

She'd push aside guilt, keep doubt at bay,

But sooner or later, the choice had to be made.

A heart can’t juggle this forever, they say.

Love won out, but scars still remain,

A game like this leaves ghosts in its wake.

Now, maybe—just maybe—they'll heal from the pain.