This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
confusion tiptoesÂ
down my winded spine
until I shiver
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my skin crawlsÂ
forearms itchÂ
my stomach flips.Â
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eyes begin to twitch
with an indecisive heart that
forgets to skip
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my mind filled with
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their needs
their lives
their love.
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tonight
my tired brown eyes
turn to black
look into his.
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I see clearly
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I will only be happyÂ
if I choose me.Â