I’ve never been good at choosing favorites. I couldn’t tell you my favorite book (I love them all) I couldn’t tell you my favorite color (so many have caught my eye) My favorite film eludes me (I’ve watched many) And my favorite song is simply a melody of them all (playing on constant repeat in my head)
My favorites are lost somewhere among the endless list of the things that I love (you, you, you) They’re resting on the tip of my tongue (struggling to make themselves known) I suppress them. I cannot choose favorites. I cannot commit.
I can tell you what I love (I love you) I can tell you what I adore (I adore you) I can tell you what I need (I need you) But, my dear, I am sorry, because I never could choose favorites, And I cannot choose you.