What hurts is that he couldn’t figure this out sooner.
What hurts is that it is too late.

He couldn’t have figured this out a year ago, or a month, or a week?
I still can’t take it in spite of myself.
I know we can never be anymore.
But I don’t think he does…
He doesn’t understand the depth of this,
Or how many people I’d hurt,
People I love.

What hurts is that I can’t choose.
What hurts is that I can’t let go.

They both care
And I care for them both.
If I hurt either of them
I’d just be hurting myself.

What hurts is that you have one true love.
What hurts is I don’t know who he is.
What hurts is my decision.
What hurts is my decision not to decide.