The cost of not being chosen,
Is not the loss of one who never knew —
What they were losing
while frozen by indecision,
But exercising precision
In choosing someone who wasn't you.
What is a girl to do?
Implore her heart to move on.
Soothe herself once again
And explore the world she started
To forget, while letting herself
Bend to accept unfairness.
Her awareness that she was,
In fact, interfering with the joy
Of another, caused her to fight.
Who knows what is right when
The end always leaves her
Alone to grieve what couldn't be,
Left her jilted love searing
As she was burned
and smothered
By guilt.
Alas, again, it wasn't her turn.
All over a tall boy whose fading
made her feel small.
Is there really a price paid at all?
Time wasted in waiting
While he never fully tasted
What he was asking to walk away.
Basking in his status quo.
He balked, but chose to hide.
If he wasn't going to try,
Should have had the courage
to honestly chase
what he claimed to desire,
not encourage her to keep trying
so not to face letting her go.
Now she cries, but she will heal.
At least she isn't afraid to feel.
To be real.
Lesson learned.
There is always loss with goodbye.
Don't give your heart to anyone who doesn't try.
About the Creator
Amanda Karenina
I'm nobody.
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