It hurt.
I'm not even going to lie.
You were that guy that I never intended to fall for but I don't even want to drag love into this mess.
Our mess.
I can't blame you, though.
I can't blame you because all those times you were feeding me the lies, I listened and believed you.
I can't blame you because when you said you like me, I liked you, too.
I can't blame you because every time you took me out for a 'date', I was the one who always said 'yes'.
But most of all, I can't blame you because you never really said anything;
You didn't talk about 'us'.
You didn't talk about her.
But you talked me into a heart ache.
I chose you because I thought we were going somewhere.
I chose you because I thought it was safe to say 'I choose you'.
I chose you because, yes, I was clouded with feelings.
But now you return; with thorns and hammers and nails ready for pounding my heart once again.
I shouldn't choose you again.
No woman should be a rebound.
I shouldn't let my self feel special again.
No woman should be deprived of real feelings.
But why?
Every time. Every single time.
Why does my heart want to crawl back to your thorn-infested vines?
Why is my heart so attracted to your poison-filled lies?
I said 'I'll choose me this time'
But it's funny.
Because I realized.
Choosing me ...
Is choosing you, too.
Because no matter what heart ache I suffer through,
You are my heart's version of love come true.
So in many ways, I can always say no to you.
But I choose me...
So in the end, I choose you, too.