Is it better to have loved and lost, or never to have loved at all?
Is it better to know true happiness, and know you'll never have it, or to never know how you could've felt?
Is it better to understand yourself, and hate yourself, or to be confused about who you are?
Is it better to have pure white and the darkest black, or to have all grey?
Is it better to know that I had a chance and blew it, or to think I never had a chance with you?
Is it better to have never been happy with you, or would it be better to never have to be lonely without you now?
Is it better to be able to do amazing things and stick out, or is it better to be normal and blend in?
Is it better to have a way to cope that destroys you eventually, or to be destroyed all at once?
Is it better to have had happiness with you, or to never had to deal with the pain of you leaving?
YOU ARE READING
Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
