April 19, 2014
Three months have passed
With your voice still haunting me,
Yelling at me to say that it was a sick joke,
That I didn't really cheat on you
With a girl I could care less about.
I wish it would have been.
By May 1, I have to make the choice
To leave here and live at college
Or stay at home with the memories
Of you and everything we were.
And I'm not really sure
what to do anymore.
Everyone keeps saying
I need to find faith in something new,
That I need to choose a good path
For myself even now that you're gone.
But how can I do that
When you're six feet under and
You should be making this choice
With me too.
You shouldn't be rotting away
While I get to stay here.
Everything is so messed up and
If I had any choice at all,
I would choose to bring you back
And die in your place,
Sent to that circle of hell
For loving you so much.
But I don't get that choice,
So I've just decided to stay here.
At least there is still some part of you
In this hometown
That just wouldn't be with me,
If I left.
