"Last Choice"
It's 12 a.m. and I'm listening to music;
That's every word reminds me of you.
Every lyric hits me like a bullet with your name on it.
You left me cracked;
But darling we're all broken,
How else would the light get in?
Darling we're all lost together;
But being lost alone shows me that
I really am on my own.
Being alone shows me how much I need you...
I was meant to love you...
Even though you love her.
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PoetryA book pf my poetry through my life, whether sad, happy, or even just numb... Please leave any comments, tips, or advice you would like to. Thank you so much for reading. This is dedicated to Joshua, Dan, and my siblings for the support~
