My Path

Who am I to cry?
What reason should I pout?
A complicated situation
My heart torn open
With her voice
To not know is worse
Thank knowing; but a lie?
What reason to lie?
A simular situation.
I want to fight
For a place in your life
Your heart
Your arms.
I'm doing this to myself
Wanting you greedily
Knowing it won't last
But wanting it until it ends.
A divided situation
My options?
Fall in step with the easy path;
Go back to the before then.
Try to push your life from mine,
Try to forget your face.
On the other hand,
I want you in my life,
Your face in my hands.
Confusion of thoughts.
Either path I choose
I'll be hurt and sad,
Either path I take,
I'll feel and be loved.
Do I take the pain now,
And cry,
Or take the path later,
And cry?