I am stuck.
Everything feels so wrong and so right at the same time.
The rock is what keeps me sane.
The hard place runs in my veins.
I don’t blame anyone but myself for making this such a hard choice.
Or a choice in the first place.
Even the thought of this person makes me yearn for a place I not once considered home.
But home is where the heart is and my rib cage is coloured GREEN, WHITE, and GOLD.