A Choice

I try not to hate you,
for your way with words.
How they take flight from your mouth,
like a flock of birds.

But when the silence starts,
this feeling seems worse.
My fingers are shaking and my heart it is racing,
It feels to me like it is a curse.

For what do you do,
when you just want some space?
Yet you don’t want to lose,
his smiling face.

For a bit of time alone,
you would not abuse.
But in the end,
You have got him to lose.

So choose?

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