I'll fold the laundry and laugh with my sisters, maybe take my daughter for a walk. I'll pick up the same toys one thousand times and hear "Hey mom look at me", and I'll smile everytime. It's a day like any other to everyone but me, Yet I keep it to myself. My broken heart won't ruin their stories, their laughter, their play, I'll bottle it up and keep going about my day.
To make no decision is a decision in itself, But since I can't pick our love has to be shelfed, You think me passionless, selfish, without care, But what you don't realize it's not just about me, they're always there.