the confusion eats away at me,
like a slowly spreading desease,
creeping in through my ears,
down my spine,
and into my heart,
causing pain like no other.
yet i know i must go.
to stay would be a crime.
to stay would be to deny myself.
and instead of leaving me fullfilled at the end of life,
i shall be filled with what ifs,
the world is full of what ifs,
do i want my life to one of them?
ive made the decision,
the comitment,
ive made the promise to him,
and il follow him,
for as long as i love him.
and i do love him,
so i will follow him forever.















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