Choosing Me
When choices danced before my eyes,
You or me, the echoing cries.
I always picked you, never me,
Lost in love's sweet reverie.
Even when no choice was near,
My heart proclaimed, "It's you, my dear."
When barriers blocked my way,
Still, you mattered every day.
Yet, one morn, a whisper grew,
What if I chose me? Could it be true?
To better me, to thrive, to soar,
For us, I'd unlock a hidden door.
I embraced myself, with newfound grace,
Longing to see my dreams embrace.
To give to me, what I deserved,
My courage rose, my spirit swerved.
I noticed then, a truth untold,
You chose yourself, your heart of gold.
With a gluttonous wish, I sought some more,
Unveiling you, as you closed the door.
A face unknown, a stranger's gaze,
A bitter rift, a love's malaise.
"You chose yourself, not once chose me,
I've had enough, let me be free."
Regrets now linger, lessons found,
In putting you first, love unbound.
Now I see, the truth so clear,
I should have chosen me, my dear.
