There were questions I used to ask myself,
like;
If I made you a small beautiful world of love,
Would you take me with you,
or would you disappear from my world?
If I said I chose you,
Would I ever be your choice too?
I kept looking for you in everyone I saw,
Hmm, even prayed for someone like you,
Despite knowing I wasn’t that lucky.
But then I realized overtime,
That it was all pointless.
Funny how I wanted someone like you,
But I didn’t want you.
Maybe I was toxic,
Or in a state of confusion,
But even in my toxicity and confusion,
the choice was clear,
Because I knew,
I’d always choose to choke on spikes,
Over you.
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