Poetry

Fool’s Choice

“‘How can you say you love me
when it will end with tragedy?’ I asked.
‘Because I know what I want. You.'”

Don’t be a fool, baby. You don’t know what I’ve been through. But I can say one thing: loving me will only lead to tragedy. Don’t you see? This life of mine has been riddled with hidden mines, waiting for the tiniest misstep. Waiting for the next person to come too close. This life of mine has been filled with nightmares and squashed dreams. All aspirations meet with roadblocks, bullets, and shadows with razor sharp teeth. Everything I’ve ever touched — anything I’ve ever craved has been reduced to shattered hearts and ashes. So how can you say you love me when we both know loving me will lead to tragedy?

Your answer was simple. “Because I know what I want. You. I’d rather risk everything to be with you than walk away without you.” In that moment, tears slipped from my eyes. Not because I was unhappy. But because of the emotions. Despite the odds, you loved me back. Despite everything, you made the choice to be with me.

© Sarah Doughty

How could I ever
turn my back on that?

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