What Should I Do?
Regrets. Betrayal.
The emotions I feel As I hold your hands.
Replaying in my mind The tattoo shown to me—by another.
Hmm.
Disloyalty whispers with every laugh, Even though I know the fault is not yours. I should have known better.
Flashes of the past replay, (Though I was absent then). A beautiful lady and a handsome man, So in love, newborn babies were jealous. The world’s spotlight shone at its peak upon them.
But arguments arose, words were said, And suddenly, the curtains closed.
On my shoulders— The tears of a broken friend. She regretted the decisions made, Wishing on every shooting star For your return, Clutching forever, the tattoo etched on her hand.
But two years later, fate played its trick. I met a wonder, sculpted like the gods. A miracle. In you, I saw my perfect match. Gravity itself was powerless to this pull.
My smile incomplete without yours in the frame. Yet unknown to me— The promised tattoo was you.
Now I’m stuck Between a rock and a hard place. The man I love And the friend I love.
Should I put the past behind me? But all I see is her In the back of my mind.
Every kiss breaks me, Destroys my confidence— Though I know you love me.
Alone, I sit in my room, Wishing this cup would pass me. But knowing it won’t.
So here I am, Looking to the stars, asking—
What should I do?
