Decision
If I stay, then I lose myself.
If I leave, then I lose you.
If I wait, it will never be me.
But if I move on, it will never be you.
So what should I do?
Make a left where there’s nothing right?
Or
Make a right where there’s nothing left?
If I hold on, my hands go numb.
If I let go, my chest caves in.
If I speak, then I say too much.
If I go silent, then I say it all.
If I look back, I drown in what we were.
If I look ahead, I grieve at what will never be.
Because when I close my eyes,
I see you.
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When I open them,
I still do.
So tell me which direction doesn’t hurt?
Because forward feels like leaving.
And backwards feels like bleeding.
Standing feels like dying slow in a house I keep calling home
to a person who stopped living here long before they walked out the door.
If I blame you, I have to hate you.
If I forgive you, then I have to set you free.
Hating you keep you close.
Forgiving you lets you leave.
But the truth is,
Some love doesn’t end because it failed.
Some love ends because
you finally learned that the bravest thing a heart can do
is to listen to the mind
when it says go.
