The Wrong One (Or Maybe Not) (Poetry)

I may be with the wrong one so
there could be hell to pay
I’ve likely made a big mistake
it’s really hard to say

I’ve made a hash of it before
my choices less than wise
and if I’ve messed the whole thing up
it would be no surprise

I grabbed the best love I could find
perhaps I was too rash
I should have given it more thought
and maybe saved some cash

I’m doubtful that I’ve got it right
I don’t know what to do
I guess I don’t belong with him
I wish I’d chosen you

I’ve such a wild romantic streak
(and there’s no hope of cure)
I fear I’m with the wrong one now
but how can I be sure?