07.10.20
I choose not to talk about you
for it causes me pain every time I do.
I choose not to look back in the past
for it only opens some old scars
inside my heart.
I choose not to be in despair
for it chases me around
even when I am in a deep slumber.
I choose to be futile
because to feel everything
is more than I can handle.
—georginariver
