The darkness of my heart,
through this pain, made me realised my worth.
It was either me or her,
Right away he had to make his choice carefully.
Nervousness, heart beating faster,
“What if he did not choose me?”
While still waiting,
I fantasised about all the great times we shared,
Surely, it was me.
All I wanted to hear was him saying
“I will always love you no matter what.”
A little prayer rose inside me,
A mini heart attack waiting for him to choose me over her.
I opened my eyes, stopped fantasising now,
There he was, coming to me. He whispered,
“I am sorry to hurt you. It’s her”, the joke is on me now.