Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Love Triangle

A love triangle I am in.

There's three of us instead of two,

Making it hard for me to win

The affection of my love true.

At first she loved me, I was sure,

But then a threesome we became.

The cold shoulder I got from her.

That third butinsky was to blame.

Impressing her, the more  I tried,

My attempts she chose to ignore,

Making me feel awful inside,

That she refused to love me more.

I love her, she loves nobody,

And sadly, nobody loves me.