Trying Hard Poetry

At least, trying hard.


I Choose

i like the way you think
it amazes me
i like the way you look at me
it leaves me weak
i like the way you smile
it gives inspiration
i like the way you are
no one can steal the memory

i am immature then
i always hurt you
i am often confused
things were new

i choose to lose a bestfriend
for a very uncertain love
this is my choice, this is my fight
i will face this standing, i will not give up