This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
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.