i don’t write poems, i disrupt prose
when i must choose to stay or to leave,
facing a future of forevers with you —
not only you,
but also this place, this feeling,
scared of commitment
I struggle to decide between now and later,
because how can I keep a promise I don’t know I’m making?
What if things change,
but we stay the same?
I am afraid to commit, for existence is an abyss of unknowns.
Originally featured in The Creative Cafe, a Medium publication