If I ever find love again,
I will be chosen.
I will not chase them down,
Determined,
Strong,
Loving.
I will wait,
Hold myself in ways that are unnatural,
Force myself to be quiet.
Would you rather be with someone,
Even if it's wrong,
Or be alone?
They say over 80% of women stay.
The devil you know,
Over the potential you don't.
Maybe I'll follow myself,
Move to an island.
Find sun-filled shores.
But children,
Oh, my children,
The impossibility of a life divided for them.
So maybe I will stay,
And never find love again.
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