My Choice

This revaluation of mine,
Hurts more than your words.
Because of it,
I'll never hear those words again.
Even if they hurt,
I'll miss every one of them.

Bittersweet this choice of mine.
The best thing for me,
Is leaving you.
But also it's the hardest thing,
To be who I am.
You are who I am though.

What must I do to be happy?
Leaving would hurt so much.
But the pain you cause me would be gone.
This choice I need to make.
But I won't be selfish.
So I'll stick with you and be hurt.