My Choice

My writings I am afraid to admit.

I still keep my nails short,

Maybe it's a sign I haven't given up,

Perhaps one day you'll stop collecting dust,

Why am I afraid of the thing I love most?

Is it because of him,

He's gone but why do his actions still haunt me,

Why do their voices still ring in my head?

I know that's not the truth,

I am the one who does not pick you up,

It is my hands that long for you,

But it is my own hands who do not hold you.

You are my entire life.

Thoughts keep clouding my mind,

I am so afraid that the truth is you're just one of them as well,

A thought,

A phase,

A love I have fallen out of,

The choice is mine to make,

But I think I already know the answer.