If I Could Tell My Heart Who To Love

This is my first poem in a long time.

If I Could Tell My Heart Who to Love

By Olivia Rose

If I could my tell heart who to love, I don't think I would have possibly chose you. 

If I could tell my heart what to think I don't think I would have even thought of you.

If I could tell my heart how to feal, I don't think I would even be queer.

But a heart cannot be told.

A heart cannot be objective.

A heart cannot chose, and so Love must choose you.

Love chose only one of us.

Love was unfair.

Love cut my soul when it chose me alone. 

If I had the ability to choose, I would love someone who can kiss me back.

Someone who wants to be affectionate. 

Someone who can make love.

Someone like me.

If I let my heart sing on it's own, it sings to your beauty, and I dance helplessly to you.

If I let my heart think, It dreams of us, and I relax longingly into it's fantasy.

If I let my heart create, It paints your gracefulness across every god and the sky, if I could choose who to love, it would not be you!

How could I love someone who will not love me back?

Why am crying over someone who does not kiss my lips?

What makes my whole self light up when you hug me, put your feet on me, or let me kiss your hair?

I should not love.

I wish I could stop.

If I could EVER choose who to love, it would not be you!

But I do love you. 

I love you, and I don't know how to stop.

You're in my dreams.

Your in my blood.

You are my love.

You are the one thing I want out of my daggored mind, and the only thing left in my inept heart.
I'm slowly dying.

Please, Love. 

Have mercy.

Stop.

Go away.

Choose someone else.

Never choose me again If I could tell my heart who to love, I don't think I would have possibly chose you.