Choices

You are the first to be seen 
after he walks through the door. 
From that second on 
I exist no more.

Granted he made the choice long before; 
my tolerance is painfully thin. 
I cannot compete with you; 
you will definitely win. 

Suggestions are made; a day of fun is the intention, 
but then you come forth with a hissing sound. 
Cracked open once again, the seal is broken 
just like the promises when you are around.

You alter his personality, 
until he gets to be difficult to take. 
He is blind to the cunning of you;
of how you provoke heartache. 

Physically drained from the stress you induce; 
he must uncover his eyes and look at me. 
If the day arrives when he has to decide 
I wish that he will finally see.

An ultimatum might be a dreadful mistake; 
it may be the only thing to do. 
The hardest part is understanding
that every occasion, he chooses you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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