Split
Dedicated to: you know who you are.

I am torn
Split in
Two
Equal halves

One says,
“Her, her, you love her.”

The other,
“Him, him, you love him.”

They are both right.

I love her.
I love him.
I don’t know who I loved first.
I don’t know who I love more.

It will tear me apart inside when I have to choose.

And I will. She doesn’t want to make me, and neither does he.

But simply because they love me, I will be forced to.

I have to choose.

But how?

How can I choose, when to leave one will tear a gaping hole inside me?
When it will rip open my heart?
When it will destroy theirs?

How can someone make a decision like that?

How can I make a decision like that?

I can’t.

So, we will go on like this,
Both of them happy,
Not knowing the torment I am going through.

Because I will cause myself endless pain before I could ever hurt them.

No matter what, they matter more.
Both sides agree on this. I am not split anymore.