He loves me once again, and
I took him back.
Did I make the right choice
or should I have left him just like that?
Is it better this way,
or the other way around?
Is there a way of turning back
what the past has turned down?
Run away now?
Or stand strong, and wait!
Which choice do I choose,
or am I already too late?
Could things take a turn for the worst,
or get better than anything I've ever experienced before?
Love is all too confusing for me.
Why go through it, what for?
A poem I wrote when I was 12, re-edited by 17 year old me.
