His Choice

This is a poem i wrote for a class assignment that is supposed to show emotion.

She takes his hand he takes her heart
standing together swearing never to part
heart floating in air so free
both believing it's meant to be
later he leaves off with his friends
this is the beginning of where it all ends
there at the party an old friend stops by
passing around drugs pressuring him to try
he agrees willingly not to appear weak
not even suspecting it to end his life's streak
that night was his last his body couldn't take
slowly his eyes shut into a sleep he'd never awake
standing over his grave eyes filled with tears
she was forced to face one of her greatest fears
taking a seat no longer able to stand
she was unable to leave until taken by hand
years later she returned singing a song
she always knew was deep in her heart all along
"i gotta hold my head up high
cause i don't wanna let you see me cry
days go on and now i see
maybe you and i weren't meant to be"
with that she got up and then walked away
it was his choice to hurt her why should she stay?