Decisions...Decisions...

A hurricane tears my world apart

A whirlwind in the form of you

One of the things I’ve found you to be good at

Is not telling me the truth

Another is your formidable gift of hurting me so easily

Just as effortlessly as you have the power to sweep me off my feet

I want to come closer but simultaneously I want to retreat

Confusion in its most basic form is what I feel

Wish you could let me know the deal

I want to feel your love for real

Instead of feeling like that extra wheel

Beginning to feel like there is no end to the torment

I would just like you, for once, to sort it

I want to understand why you won’t confront me

And at the same time, not letting me leave

You can’t have it both ways

Holding me by a thread, pulling me back as you please

And letting me go when you don’t need me

Either make your own decision

Or watch me make it for you and regret not thinking with precision

Author

Whiteroses