Coffee and Bagels every Saturday morning
Smooches before dawn
Giving up the next best thing
To be with me
He was a green bean
An impractical dreamer (forgetting that cynics were out to get him)
The “Prince without the Charming”
As He would say
We watched movies in his mother’s house
Till 12am and He would get lost in my starlight’s blue
I kept telling him I didn’t know what I was doing
Kept telling him that things aren’t the way I always wanted
(I was trying to get him to run)
One evening he came to my door wrecked
His eyes looked destitute and unforgiving
And He said “You have to choose”
Then He waited, waited for days
For my answer
The excuse I always gave him was
“I’m scared
This one boy in my life destroyed me
For everybody else”
But that night he said something
Something that made me jump
“If you ever want this boy to stop taking over your life
You have to stop giving him time”
And Now I am faced with a decision
Start over with a perpetual dreamer
Who loves me more than anyone ever has?
(Love the relative term)
Or do I go back to “THE LOVE OF MY LIFE”
The only boy who’s played Russian roulette with my heart?
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I want your advice on this question as well. 
Long time no write I know but I'm glad it's coming back to me!
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