It’s true, I wanted a break and God sent me a chance I reached, tentatively, and it crumbled at my touch. He broke it off so quiet, a bandaid ripped, no force, but here I am exhausted without his voice as a sense of reprieve. He treated me so kindly I approached him with such shame He never showed he loved me And it made me want to run. I dreamt a nightmare feeling that he accused me of betrayal- because I chose her over him, right? And I told him, no, that is NEVER going to HAPPEN. But still my motto stands clearly When conflicted over two, it’s likely neither. And today I will focus on my health and throw romance to the gutter.