What would you do?

Today started out borderline,

The feelings were fading.

I could do this.

I was okay, or at least getting there,

And then I started to break down,

Questions about the craziness on craziness the nights before,

I don’t want to talk about it,

The only reply I could come up with,

Despite the fact I needed so deeply to talk,

Last night He and I spoke together,

A rare occasion, indeed.

We need to talk more,

Agreed.

He told me what I needed to hear,

And explained why he loved me the way he does,

I accepted, though feeling worthless,

And wished he had better than me.

Fast forward to today,

I was walking down the hall,

When suddenly a girl turned the corner,

I had to make sure it wasn’t her,

Because that would hurt too much.

Would I warn her to stay away from you?

Would I give her false facts?

Would I tell her lies to keep you mine?

Or would I just sit silent,

Taking anger out on myself?

It wasn’t her, either way,

And for that I thanked God.

But what would I have done?

I wonder.