Options

I used to blame him for many things, but he used to say back: I just gave you the option, you could have done what you wanted.

I'll admit, I'm Picky,
Options don't suit me,
Choice are too many for my liking.
Two, three or over four,
I'm purely indecisive.

Staying is an option,
I'd be at liberty to take,
Should life stop pushing and pulling,
Because I'll be honest,
Leaving is the worst.

I'd say I love him,
But I'd be lying,
Especially when I know how I feel,
But I daren't say,
Life won't be that easy.

I'd say I love you,
But my lips won't,
My heart betrays them like that.
The options there,
My head thinks so too.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

This is beautiful. We ant be what we aren't.