Loyal vs. Royal.

one of my friends asked me the weirdest question yesterday.
"So, which one of us do you think you'll marry later on in life?"
he meant out of my friends, here in college. the closest guy friends to me.
which person would end up with 10 or 20 years from now?

there's a reason why those boys are my friends and not my boyfriends.
i don't like getting my heart stepped on,
so why take it out from the glass with the harm of someone breaking it?

let me tell you, the people in my life aren't just drawn from a head without pause.
they are carefully selected.
my definition of a friend is very critical.
that might seem selfish or conceited, but you would understand after a handful of people have dropped the art that is your heart.
i've recreated the art several times,
but it's never gone back to it's original form.

i don't like people leaving.
the thought of packing bags makes me angry.
and the thought of arguments and fights scare me.
that's why i stray away from multiple bags
and avoid fights at any cost.
even if it costs my own thoughts.

it's the same thing with relationships for me.
i don't go half-assed into things.
when i take a chance, it's a big deal.
"sink or swim" - fail or succeed.
i'd rather know that i had something near me to keep me afloat
than know i couldn't swim
but dive into the water anyway.

i dove only once,
feeling invigorated and ecstatic,
but soon, i remembered
what it was like to drown.

i'm learning how to swim.
with the help of my friends, i can kick the water, keeping my head up.
keep myself breathing.

the people that resonate in my life are not taken lightly.
i'd rather be the girl with loyal's,
than the girl with royals.

now the question is,
are you a loyal
or a royal?