The three

Three of them sit left middle and right, and i must choose which one not to fight

The pain is strongest she tears me apart though i still love her because she was the start,

Middle is smart while she fiddles with you, twist and pulls i don't know what to do

Right is the new she's as free as a lark but danger lies within her all she needs is a spark

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hate this feel inside me it's so confusing painful and bliss all at the same time