I can't think of any
method that could unlove
you from my lenses, even
black magic can't undo it.
Maybe that's how powerful
love can be.
Despite my friend's
disapproval of liking you,
I always end up defending
you and still choose you,
and hoping would be my
last resort of keeping you.
I can't tell how long will
I choose to keep you, I don't
know how long will I stay from
choosing you, but what I do know
is that I'm always choosing you.
Maybe that's how promising
you are to me.
Perhaps I'd still choose you
even when you're happy with
someone else, and I'd choose to
be happy because from you—
I've learned to choose,
by not getting chosen.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
