I Can, I Could

I can hurt, I could choose to be angry.

I can feel guilty, I could choose to make an excuse.

I can hope, I could choose to give up.

I can shrug and walk on with my head held high, I could choose to fall apart.

I can tell myself I’m doing the right thing, I could tell myself I’m just taking the easy way out.

I can stay lost, I could try figuring out that map.

I can put up my defenses, I could pretend there’s nothing left to defend.

I could talk, I could cry, I could just smile and shake my head.

I can be strong and true, I could just lie.

Of all the things I could choose from, I choose this - to detach from it all - because in the end, either is both and those choices are never just mine, they’re tangled up in yours.

I will still believe. I will still trust my heart. I will still hope for the best. Afterall, we’re not bad people and neither is the world.