I Can't Say

I always wondered if I was truly selfish enough to care about my heart rather than another's. Did mine really matter more than breaking someone's heart and soul? Was my happiness really that much more important?1

I can't say.2

I broke someone's heart, near enough literally ripped it out of their chest and stamped on it, right in front of them. Was this for their sake, or mine?3

I can't say.4

Isn't it easier, to get over someone if you think they don't care? That you're holding onto false hope, hanging onto the hope and wish that something might change and you'll get back together? I would have thought it would have been harder. 5

I can't say.6

I'm scared now that my heart will get broken. Destroying another's for a chance at my happiness, for once in my life... or have I chosen the wrong happiness? 7

I can't say.8

'Never leave the one you love for the one you like, chances are, the one you like, will leave you, for the one they love.' Is it ever too young to find love?9

I can't say.10

Do I want love right now? A commitment? Or just some fun? Someone who isn't going to be jealous, protective, but be there for me all the same? Or do I want that safety, that someone there when I go home?11

I can't say.12

It is worth all the pain felt, the tears shed, the minds broken and the hearts destroyed, for one person's happiness?13

I can't say.