Third Choice

Locked inside my breaking heart is my dearest, most bitter desire. A longing for your comforting arms, your fingers entwined in my hair. Those eyes of yours, my sorrow; forever never gazing my way. Please, I cannot bare the pain! I stand surrounded by two valleys, either choice simply the wrong one. "I love you", my mocking secret, teeth bared to tear my soul. Better to forge a third choice, to flee from your soft voice. Remember me as I was before, long after I have fled you, the source of my sleepless nights.