10/28/21
Loving Oliver
Was the worst best decision I ever made,
But I’m not quite sure I can say that ever was a decision, much less one I actively made.
See, I’m not convinced love is a choice,
And even less so that it’s a choice I would intentionally keep going back to.
Love bends you until
It breaks you,
Then leaves you broken and bleeding on the side of a desolate road.
And yet it fueled my soul in a way music and fresh air never could.
I learned and I grew,
Even if part of me died, too.
Loving Oliver
Made me feel dead and alive,
All at the same time.
Feelings were like bombs,
And now the war is over.
But I’m not convinced I wouldn’t choose that heartbreak again
And again.
About the Creator
Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
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