I had a choice;
To continue loving you
Or
To stop;
But I chose you,
I chose to hurt myself ,
I chose to cry,
I chose solitude,
I chose this one sided love.
And yes,
The pain sometimes is unbearable.
Sometimes,
I'm an army armed with self doubt,
And I want to break free;
From the bondages,
From these high tides which submerge me,
From this choice of mine.
But I cower
In the fear of losing you,
Irony being,
You're not even mine.
Not all choices
I think
Are wilfully made.
Some are just there;
Like air;
Swaying you with it,
Until you realise
That you have made them.
Just like I chose you,
Without knowing,
Or thinking.
You were my choice;
Will be my choice,
Over and over,
Till the end
Of all my gateways
Of
Choice.
~*~
{And I smile because tears are over; and now the pain just tickles}
17th of August, 2017
6:49pm
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
