The Choice

confusion tiptoes 

down my winded spine

until I shiver

 

my skin crawls 

forearms itch 

my stomach flips. 

 

eyes begin to twitch

with an indecisive heart that

forgets to skip

 

my mind filled with

 

their needs

their lives

their love.

 

*

 

tonight

my tired brown eyes

turn to black

look into his.

 

I see clearly

 

I will only be happy 

if I choose me.