There are questions I often don't want to get answers.
I'm afraid that the answer would be the opposite of what I've expected.
Sometimes my mind would create stories
To give consideration to my hearts' fantasies.

Funny how we seek for advice
But in reality we only know the answer.
We just refuse to believe it ourselves.
For we are afraid of miseries, of the heartaches and a possible heartbreak 💔.

We keep on consoling ourselves,
Telling lies, believing the lies we feed to ourselves.
We are the one creating our own heartbreaks.
For we already know what's happening but we choose to continue on ignoring.

Change
from frequent to less
From sometime to no time.
Accept that it was only temporary.
Just be thankful for the memory

I opened my heart
Let someone in
I welcomed happiness
But I know it comes with pain.

Now I ask myself....
Should I go on? Or
Should I move on?
These two option bring nothing but pain,
But at least I know where to begin.