If we ever end,
Will I be able to move on?

Wake up every morning
By myself at early dawn?

Continue living life,
Knowing that you’re gone?

You gave an ultimatum
The line, it has been drawn.

And now I have to make a choice
You are demanding action.

My mind is feeling scrambled
Like a chemical reaction.

But my anger, it is burning bright
And it’s building up in traction.

In my opinion, love shouldn’t be 
Some type of work transaction.

You made me deeply love you
I still feel like I am falling.

But if we truly end
You will never see me crawling.

My tears, they will not shed
You will never hear me bawling.

And when I’m talking on my phone
It won’t be you that I’m now calling.

So I am choosing me
I am no longer choosing you.

We have come to our conclusion
You and I are really through.

I thought you would be my future
But I am trying something new.

And to myself I will be loyal
To myself I will stay true.

Poetry Written By:

Eryn Dunbar ©️