Sterile
He straddles the seat at his home desk
His heart divided between right and wrong
Venturing left will take him down a dark path in which he will never return
indefinitely lost
Journeying right will lead him towards an everlasting love
brand new
sparkly
but at what price
Out comes the slither of paper
A list is jotted down
Pros outweigh the cons
The negatives overpower the positive
Boom Boom Boom
the pounding smothers his head
Crack shatter splatter
his heart becomes unfixable
His heart informs him to choose
choose the girl behind door number one
His head is declaring war
whispering once it happens the mistake that is one cannot be undone
So he begins to imagine the outcome
He could decide to follow love
it will be exuberant for a couple of months
it will lead to an ignited passion
a passion that will eventually be extinguished
all that is left is the ashes and ambers of a burnt out relationship
or he can be an obedient puppy and chase after logic
choose the girl his family will approve of
they will be together forever
but only because they don’t believe in divorce
so what if there isn’t any flame
no desire coursing through their veins
He chooses to follow the yellow road
He can exist in a sterile marriage
He won’t dare follow the red road
too afraid the end will cause him to live with a destroyed heart