At first glance it was lust, that was worth charting the water for. As time went by so did the love, while they desired more. Off the starboard bow stood 2 captains, watching as the relationship sailed, but then started to sink quick. Both pondered over the option of sticking it out, or jumping to view the wreckage.

Is it worth sinking in the water, when you know how shallow the depth is. Is it worth the time, for them to waste your time intentionally. When its in there favor to stay together, purely out of necessity.

Sometimes the catch is worth release, if only one  is willing to walk the plank. Relationships take equal effort, to sail the seas of feelings that change.

I am keeping my options open.

Should I act on it or...

Maybe even hide the thoughts

My shelves are too crowded already.

Stacks and stacks of feelings

Though I'm keeping my options open

They hide behind one another

It's more a want than a need

But the want is too great

Should I keep my options open?

Or slam the gate

Dating sites ask you if you're looking for a man, woman, etc etc.
How about an option that says: Someone Who Won't Put Up With Your Crap?
I would fancy that one

Get so much hurt
by master of flirt.

He live his life of having fun
make fun of lying, cheating any woman.
He's here, he's there, he is everywhere.
At cheating, nor lying, he is master.

He sleeps with you, he sleeps with her,
Poor you believes, all his lies you recieved
With his word said "forever" you're decieved.
Of his Devilish words, silently, you suffer.

If I were you, I'll "leave him sooner,"
hurt only you'll get, if you "stay together"
A liar lying
A cheater decieving

You're all an option,
taken by emotion.
Tempted by seduction
Pleasure be his reason.

Get so much hurt
by master of flirt.

I never want to leave
But it's good you have options
It's great you're able to choose
When I am head locked in this position
Of needing you, still sometimes
It's still your eyes
It's good you have options
When I have no choice

If you cannot forgive yourself,
How is the world supposed to give you a clean slate?

Heed the liars.
Beware of secrets.
Heed the false ones.
Beware of illusions.
How can I discern what's right?
Should I run from the dark or surrender?
Perhaps there's hidden magic within?
Confrontation is necessary.
Yet, I'm scared of being burnt by the light.
I don't want to expose the scars.
I weigh the options for eons.
I'm at war with myself.
Struggling to find truth.
Drowning in a black and white sea.
Only I can save myself.