Choose Me

A poem mirror the run down whispers of the underdog heart in a choice not her own.

I'm praying,

Saying

Dear God,

Please let him choose me,

But it is not likely,

She has held his heart for too long,

 

How many times will I cry over this?

I'm getting so tired of it,

It's quite irritating,

How in such little time

You took my breath away,

And though we've taken those steps back,

Made room for you to figure out what you want,

I have yet to get it back,

Maybe that's why

Sometimes

It is so hard to breathe,

 

I feel I am falling behind in this race,

I held you in the present

But she holds your past,

She has her foot in the front door,

And I'm at the back

tapping lightly on the panel of glass

Wishing until it hurts

To be inside where it's warm,

 

But because I can't help but be human,

Because the idea of not feeling your touch again

Being in your arms again

brings on another wave of tears,

Because knowing that you'll never be mine

causes a pain in my heart unnatural to its domain,

 

I have hope,

 

Yes,

It may be scarred and fatigued,

But it is there,

So I'm praying,

Saying

Dear God,

Please let him choose me.

 

 

Reviews

[n]

Very deep, beautiful.
Your writing is incredible.
Great job, really.

[+xDrunkenFairytalex+]

This piece is beautiful. I know what you're feeling.
I wish I could show this to a guy that I know....
Him choosing me over the other girl is practically ...
Fantasy. Reality with him is a dream.
This reality without him is but a nightmare.
Fantastic write, hon. Kudos.