I'll admit, I'm Picky,
Options don't suit me,
Choices are too many for my liking.
Two, three or over four,
I'm purely indecisive.

Staying is an option,
I'd be at liberty to take,
Should life stop pushing and pulling,
Because I'll be honest,
Leaving is the worst.

I'd say I love him,
But I'd be lying,
Especially when I know how I feel,
But I daren't say,
Life is not that easy.

I'd say I love you,
But my lips won't,
My heart betrays them like that.
The option's there,
My soul thinks so too.