The choice

Dharchika

I know it ain't right for me, 

to play with the hearts of people who truly love.

I just don't know who I am loving anymore.

Whether it's the guy who ignores me all day,

or the guy who couldn't see me in pain?

Whether it's the guy who doesn't start the conversation,

or the guy who makes plans for the weekend?

Whether it's the guy who flirts with all,

or the guy who makes time based on my schedule?

Whether it's the guy who doesn't care about my presence.

or the guy who just can't stop seeing me?

Whether it's the guy who plays with my heart,

or the guy who wants to scream to the entire world,

about his love for me?

Whether it's the guy who points out my insecurities,

or the one who embraces mine?

Whether it's the guy who cares only for himself,

or the one who couldn't stop asking about me?

Whether it's the guy who thinks for himself,

or the guy who smiles seeing me smile?

Whether it's the guy who doesn't understand me,

or the guy who learns me?

Whether it's the guy who just says "I like you",

or the guy who gifts me letters,

filled with his own written poems of love?

Whether it's the guy who doesn't remember anything about me,

or the guy who remembers all and surprises me?

There are always choices in life,

we tend to get intimidated by the first,

but let's understand it's time for the second...

the one true choice of love...

  • Author: Dashi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2023 13:03
  • Category: Love
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  • L. B. Mek

    all, the same person
    this, that Jekyll and Hyde
    of concussive, whiplash
    personality switches
    in those, we anchor our hopes upon
    our love
    their assumptive, platform
    to twist our guts between
    heaven n hell
    by push n pull games or
    hunt wrenching confessions
    all in a minute...
    living through all five season
    in every hour we're together..
    lol
    why do we do it to ourselves?
    because we choose, to love
    and believe, in finding that one
    who will make our sacrifices
    worthwhile

    • Dharchika

      NIce words..
      but what if you don't know who to love anymore?
      like everyone are the same at the end.
      They just leave you.. loving hurts

      • L. B. Mek

        so true
        yet, even that is a lesson to treasure
        like a scar we caress absentmindedly
        in our troubled time's;
        for example, I'm a fool of a guy
        whose been lucky to call many
        a 'best friend', and yet
        none are still by my side today
        so I've learned to express my gratitude
        for those currently in my life
        at every opportunity, assuming
        a tomorrow will come
        when I won't be able to..
        so yes 'loving hurts'
        but its glow, lightens our load, and
        those remnant tethers to warmth
        we're gifted, help
        carry us through those bitter winters
        of life
        so its worth, bracing ourselves
        for one more plunge, once
        we've recovered, enough
        from our last, 'slap in the face'
        of brutal, ill-fate..
        stay strong! dear poet

        • Dharchika

          Thanks.. much needed comforting words at the moment...



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