The glass reflected the light
My face copied the colour of the clouds
I was being tortured
Sliced slowly open with the possibilities
The blade dug into my heart
With the reminder that a decision had to be made
The other side of the glass
Two children playing with golf clubs
Whacking the ball with no burden restricting their strength
One brunette and one blonde
I was staring at two different futures
Two different choices
Two different stories
Two different endings
My heart constricted
It was wholesome
And destructive in one
How can I choose between him and you?
You are a risk
A devil's choice to give into sin
He is a comfort
An easy choice to stay with what is known
The blonde child laughs
The sun reflects off the glass
I know what its telling me
Choose.
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Pillow thoughts
PoetryTo break and heal your heart. Sex. Love. Power. Trauma. Healing. Struggle. Recovery. Pillow thoughts that are too real to ignore. *** Lauren_A__
