What's Worse?

I can't make up my mind,

Good advice so hard to find,

People don't know what they're saying,

Or they don't know quite everything,

I need that guiding hand,

I hope they understand,

I love them so dearly,

But sometimes they don't see things clearly.

I want to be looked out for,

Nothing less and nothing more.

I don't need yet another friend,

Who thinks things can easily end,

After a year of this turbulent ride,

I can't just let it slide.

I wish they would stop telling me what to do,

If they could open their eyes to my point of view,

He's still the only one to make me feel that way,

I don't care what they have to say,

I know I need to stop.

But I cannot.

It's been so long,

I know it's so so wrong,

That feeling of his lips,

Cancels out all of their tips,

It's just a memory,

But he's still necessary,

A key part to my survival,

That none else can rival,

He holds the title to my precious first,

Though I can't say what's worse,

Never having any of him,

Or sharing with everyone else.

I am so stressed lately I can't even think straight. You can take this in like four different directions, so whatever you want it to mean, that's totally what I was aiming for.

The only thing I know for sure is that I'm going to the cemetery tomorrow after shopping.

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Sweets555