i dont want to settle
second best isnt good enough for me
but where is the line
that separates love and insanity?
why would i rather stay broken
with the one who caused the pain
then pick up the pieces and stand in sun
instead of cry in the rain?
this confusion turns to frustration
at the point where i cant think
the part of me thats over it
seems like it's starting to shrink.
if wont go away
and cant simply be ignored
what the hell am i supposed to do
what am i aiming toward?
Heather Marie Allens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confusion-109/
