i want to pretend
that i'm over him but i'm not
and i want to pretend
i don't like you but i can't
i can't fall into him again
and i can't let you take my walls down
so now we're here in a horrible stalemate
i'm torn between everything
and i'm running out of time
if i choose him, there's sure to be heartbreak
i could choose you, but i'm afraid
and then there's the other option
i could choose neither
and instead choose myself
because i know that before anyone can love me,
i have to love myself
but that might never happen
he keeps pulling me in again
and you can disarm me with one simple word
what do i do
i'm torn.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
