Chosen
I wouldn't have chosen this
A life of being yelled at
Calling names
Trying to resurface love
Why can't we see it for what it is and call it a day?
And move away?
Can we not let it dissolve, just resign ourselves to our corners of the house.
It would be better that way.
We don't have to be happy,
We just have to make it to the end of the day
So that we can get up and do another day
And another day
And another day
Until all the days have diminished away
Until the longest of days has come to and end
And we are finally done.
I wouldn't have chosen that.
I would have chosen soft, sweet love.
Touchable love, seeable love
Love to be felt, love to be known
That's what I would have chosen to know
But somehow I fell into something else.