I wish I was so easily deluded still to love you more than myself.
Unfortunately I'm not.
When you asked me to choose you metaphorically,
I said no.
I have to choose myself.
Even though you didn't say it explicitly,
My mind heard it, and it bounced along the rims of my ears.
So I answer.
I'm finally strong enough to notice everything I wasn't.
Everything I am.
I choose me,
when you and any other person who comes across my path,
chooses someone else.
Always.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
