Who's the fool ?

As if the tips of my fingers are
Attached to my heart, that's why
I can't seem to let go
The growing weight unbearable
As my chest turns to granite amidst the indecision.
My lungs desperately trying to inhale any hope of a future.
But she lets me hang
Daring to say she loves me.
And yet I hold on
To what ?
Torment , nightmares , rejection.
Who's the fool ?
Why can't I just unclasp my fingers.
Succumb to the weight of rejection and let go ?
Maybe the crash will shatter the stone that has been punishing my heart ?
I wish I could just let go , or you could step on my fingers with the soles if his shoes
The one you've chosen over me
And let me go !
But no , here I am , hanging on,
Because I still love her ,
Fighting with myself
I ask
Who's the fool ?